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I finished series two of The Pitt on the weekend and it made me cry. The final scene, especially. I didn’t think I was going to enjoy it, given I figured it would be one of those middle of the road, American, medical dramas. I assumed it would be just a short step up from a soap opera. I was so wrong and must thank Nicoline for telling me to watch it.
The cast was fantastic and I’m going to miss a lot of the characters. Even so, I really hope the producers don’t make a third and any subsequent series. In my opinion, the drama has run its course; the story complete.
Besides, I don’t think Doctor Robbie could survive another shift.
In more TV viewing news, I have started watching The Museum of Innocence. Having visited the actual museum in Istanbul and read the book, I thought it only right that I should watch the TV series. Okay, there is a risk that it might become bogged down in boring detail like the book but, of course, I can just stop watching it if that happens.
I have watched two episodes so far and it is beautifully watchable, especially the actor playing Kemal, the narrator of the story. As soon as he first appeared, I was stunned. As I was reading the book, I had a mental picture of him in my head. The actor was exactly as I had imagined him.
And, of course, the museum is featured in the program. I particularly enjoyed the wall of cigarette butts.
In real life news, Freya continues to very slowly improve. She enjoyed our walk to the ski lift today and she ate a bit more food than she has of late.
Mirinda went to uni and met up with one person and failed to meet up with another who cancelled. She also learned stuff.
As for me, I didn’t do an awful lot though I did read the catalogue from the Moderna Museet exhibition on Brassaï that I visited last week. It was quite enlightening and made me want to play with black and white photography a bit.
Of course, it is very easy to remove the colour from images these days and my photography is nothing like as good as his, but, still, here is one I made today.
I think it’s a bit too busy but I do like it better than the colour version.
And, in obit news, Desmond Morris, author of The Naked Ape and many other written works, died today aged 98. I was amazed to learn that, alongside his work with animals, he was also a much lauded surrealist painter.
NB: I just read that The Pitt is going for a third season. Typical flogging a dead horse territory if you ask me.
