Luckily, there seems to be a cure...
We soldier on...
We've come to the end of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, season 3...
Overall it's been pretty good...excellent production values, dead on mid century modern styling and music, with witty, rapid fire dialogue and mostly historically accurate events.
It's not perfect by a long shot...way too much profanity - if they removed the F word from the Susie Myerson character's vocabulary...
As my father used to opine, profanity is the verbal playground of the ignorant, and that character spends most of her time on the jungle gym.
And the series is not above the occasional cheap shot at conservatives, which I suppose comes with any territory occupied by today's woke culture brokers.
In episode 7 of season 3 they repeated long ago debunked accusations of anti-semitism against conservative Phyllis Schlafly.
It's sad, really...there may be lots of things about Ms. Schlafly's legacy with which to take exception, but being an anti-semite isn't one of them.
Raising that tired, disproven charge against her, years after her death cheapens the show, not the legacy of Ms. Schlafly.
And really, it makes Rachel Brosnahan, Tony Shalhoub, et al, look like petty, uneducated idiots when they're reduced to spouting easily fact-checked lies and fake news.
Google, anyone?
I expected better of a show that has been mostly historically accurate, but I suppose I don't know why.
They must, after all, kiss the ring of their ideological masters above all else.
So far that's been an isolated incident - inserted awkwardly as if they had to figure out a way to cram it in to satisfy some higher up's politically correct wet dream - so I'll probably tune in to season 4 if/when it debuts.
Then again, maybe not.
Everything is so different about the holidays - the decor, the music, the mindset.
Once it's over, the break is so sudden and complete it's almost like it never happened.
Well, until the mail (wo)man delivers all those bills...
Currently wandering in a creative desert again...
It's common enough I should develop a routine to help refill the tank...I am reading some Robert Frost poetry lately...maybe I'll write something about a road less traveled or two tramps in mud time or stopping by woods on a snowy evening...
And while that leaves us one base shy of scoring a run, we're confident Providence will smile upon our dire situation...
Lessee, how did that poem end?
later, mcm fans...
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