We'd watched most of the Grace Point episodes because we just can't get enough of David Tennant.
He was a perfect Barty Crouch, Jr., a psychotic Hamlet, and an amazing Dr Who, Now he is playing a "famous" (or infamous) detective attempting to solve a murder in a tiny little village on the northwestern coast of the US. Only instead of taking a couple hours to tell the story, it is dragged out for ten episodes to the point where you want to scream.
Tonight was the final episode. But it was also the High School Orchestra Winter Concert. And since Cheryl is the president of the Band and Orchestra Boosters, and because we really enjoy music, we attended that in lieu of watching the silly TV show.
Because, after all, we can always watch the TV show, but there is only one live performance of the orchestra students.
The kids were wonderful. The directors put on an amazing show. And it ended too soon (although my eyes were burning holes in my skull from the dry air we've been experiencing lately).
Afterward, we went home to eat celebratory ice cream and watch the last ten or fifteen minutes of the TV show. Which was just enough to leave us wondering what really happened. Like ...
What was the significance of the look that passed between Tom Miller and his son when they were being interviewed?
What did Detective Carver see in the interview clip, and why did he call Detective Miller? And why didn't she answer the phone?
And why does it always seem that scriptwriters use pregnancy as a means to imply a reconciliation between an estranged couple? (See Parenthood for a particularly outrageous example of this phenomenon.) The Solano family hast just lost their preteen son and suffered through an excruciating investigatory ordeal; is another child going to erase all that trauma?
The last thing a strained marriage needs is another baby in the house. Especially when there are already teenaged-or-older kids in the house. Do they really have the energy to spend another eighteen years raising ungrateful offspring?
He was a perfect Barty Crouch, Jr., a psychotic Hamlet, and an amazing Dr Who, Now he is playing a "famous" (or infamous) detective attempting to solve a murder in a tiny little village on the northwestern coast of the US. Only instead of taking a couple hours to tell the story, it is dragged out for ten episodes to the point where you want to scream.
Tonight was the final episode. But it was also the High School Orchestra Winter Concert. And since Cheryl is the president of the Band and Orchestra Boosters, and because we really enjoy music, we attended that in lieu of watching the silly TV show.
Because, after all, we can always watch the TV show, but there is only one live performance of the orchestra students.
The kids were wonderful. The directors put on an amazing show. And it ended too soon (although my eyes were burning holes in my skull from the dry air we've been experiencing lately).
Afterward, we went home to eat celebratory ice cream and watch the last ten or fifteen minutes of the TV show. Which was just enough to leave us wondering what really happened. Like ...
What was the significance of the look that passed between Tom Miller and his son when they were being interviewed?
What did Detective Carver see in the interview clip, and why did he call Detective Miller? And why didn't she answer the phone?
And why does it always seem that scriptwriters use pregnancy as a means to imply a reconciliation between an estranged couple? (See Parenthood for a particularly outrageous example of this phenomenon.) The Solano family hast just lost their preteen son and suffered through an excruciating investigatory ordeal; is another child going to erase all that trauma?
The last thing a strained marriage needs is another baby in the house. Especially when there are already teenaged-or-older kids in the house. Do they really have the energy to spend another eighteen years raising ungrateful offspring?
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