I’d already decided to give this one a miss. I’m so tired of these “Rich People Behaving Badly and who badly need time outs” serials. I got sucked into Succession…and the British version, I Jack Wright. Ugh.
I really liked Dynasty way back when. Maybe because we couldn’t binge it and forgot most of it in between. Or maybe because of the elaborate costumes—a 1980s costume drama. Or maybe because the outside of the house was a famous local mansion (that wasn’t anywhere near as big on the inside as the Dynasty house.)
Or maybe because a show that was mostly fluff also developed reasons for the group to pull together and then fall apart again. And it wasn’t just bratty rich people. Some were actually trying to build things and had vision, so they weren’t just floundering around spending money and wanting more. And maybe it was because they knew they needed the “little people” in their lives and were actually sometimes nice to them.
Mostly, my husband and I wished the new ones were murder mysteries because we wanted to kill someone off every show. And we wanted them to get arrested, tried, and get what was coming to them. I think that’s what I like most about British Murder Mysteries. They are almost always about rich people behaving badly who do something stupid but think they can still get away with it because they are rich and titled. But instead some lowly Inspector Japp or Detective Lastrade, with the help of someone smart and witty, puts them away. (Mwah hah hah). And justice is served…until the next episode.
But the whole rich people wanting to be richer and doing it while being bratty with perfect hair? And succeeding? Enough already. Bring on the revolution!
I’d already decided to give this one a miss. I’m so tired of these “Rich People Behaving Badly and who badly need time outs” serials. I got sucked into Succession…and the British version, I Jack Wright. Ugh.
I really liked Dynasty way back when. Maybe because we couldn’t binge it and forgot most of it in between. Or maybe because of the elaborate costumes—a 1980s costume drama. Or maybe because the outside of the house was a famous local mansion (that wasn’t anywhere near as big on the inside as the Dynasty house.)
Or maybe because a show that was mostly fluff also developed reasons for the group to pull together and then fall apart again. And it wasn’t just bratty rich people. Some were actually trying to build things and had vision, so they weren’t just floundering around spending money and wanting more. And maybe it was because they knew they needed the “little people” in their lives and were actually sometimes nice to them.
Mostly, my husband and I wished the new ones were murder mysteries because we wanted to kill someone off every show. And we wanted them to get arrested, tried, and get what was coming to them. I think that’s what I like most about British Murder Mysteries. They are almost always about rich people behaving badly who do something stupid but think they can still get away with it because they are rich and titled. But instead some lowly Inspector Japp or Detective Lastrade, with the help of someone smart and witty, puts them away. (Mwah hah hah). And justice is served…until the next episode.
But the whole rich people wanting to be richer and doing it while being bratty with perfect hair? And succeeding? Enough already. Bring on the revolution!
I would endorse killing off a character per episode in these shows as well.
I knew you would! Maybe some weeks more than one?