Sam, who has very different tastes in entertainment than moi (think Dirty Harry vs Dirty Dancing), ordered a show called The Hour from Netflix. I didn’t want to watch, but with nothing else to do in my brain-dead state, I did.
At first, I was sure this was just another of his convoluted spy shows. I had no idea what was going on in episode 1 (the show and my brain-dead state are probably both to blame) and the whole 1950’s era/Mad Men thing just didn’t do it for me. But for some reason I sat there and before I could count how many packs of cigarettes each character smoked in an hour, I was hooked. Episode after episode (okay all 6 of them) were devoured as I raced to see who dunnit.
For those of you who like a little cerebral espionage with your conspiracy ice cream, I strongly recommend The Hour for your consideration. It’s BBC-tastic.