It's got to be about time for a TV catch-up, hasn't it? I have actually
watched some shows now...
Here in the UK, from late Spring until early Autumn, we had the longest spell of really good weather I can remember since, well, possibly ever. I've always had some difficulty staying indoors when the sun shines so my gaming fell right off but you wouldn't have thought it would have affected my TV watching so much, given I do most of it after it gets dark.
What really killed my late-night TV habit was Suno, the AI music app. Through most of last year, making songs took over the late-night TV slot but I thought I was done with Suno by New Year, which was about when I ran out of things I'd written in the 90s I could milk for lyrics.
That was premature thinking, as it turned out. What was supposed to be an end point became no more than a three month break. I got the itch again at the end of March, which was how I found I'd been utterly wrong about just how ruthlessly I could strip-mine my past creativity for new inspiration. I've completed about a hundred and fifty more songs since then and I haven't run the well dry quite yet.
As far as TV went, though, for much of 2026 all I managed most evenings was one half-hour show, if even that. Usually it was an episode of Dr. Who. There are more than enough of those to keep me going at that pace for years.
Ironically, the one time I did spend some time watching TV was the height of the summer, when the weather was at its hottest. It might not have been too hot for me but it was for Beryl. There were a couple of weeks in high summer, when I spent the afternoons in the back room, where the TV is. It's the coolest room in the house. Doesn't get the sun until late evening.
I wanted Beryl to stay in there for her safety, dogs being very vulnerable to heat exhaustion at temperatures above 25 celsius, but she always wants to be where one of us is, so I ended up watching The Boroughs and most of the second season of Deadloch in the afternoons just so she'd stay in the relative cool. Then the temperature dropped a bit and that was the end of that. I must finish watching Deadloch, come to think of it...
Now its Autumn. It's still pretty dry but there's a lot of fog and cloud and it's eight degrees Celsius outside as I write this. It'll be dark by teatime. I'm playing a lot more games. I'm still working on songs but that's slowing down, so my TV-watching's on the up, to the point where I've managed to finish four whole seasons of three different shows! And half of another that's taking me forever...
And now, in increasing order of dubiousness...
Beyond Here Lie Spoilers!
Haunted Hotel - Season Two
(15 - suicide, crude humor, violence, injury detail, threat,
horror)
I was planning to review this for Halloween but then I totally forgot. Never mind. I'm doing it now.
I loved this. The first season was great and this was at least as good, if not better. IMDB says better, anyway. Season One has an average rating of 7.6. Season Two rates an 8.2.
Haunted Hotel is pretty much exactly what I want from a traditional, Western animated cartoon. It's sharp, funny, well-drawn, well-animated, well-written, well-acted and it has a cast of characters I can easily remember.
It's not just the central family, Nathan, Katherine, Ben, Esther and Abaddon, who carry it, either. (Okay, to be strictly accurate, Abaddon is actually an ancient demon, trapped in the body of a boy from the eighteenth century, but that doesn't mean he's not family...)
There are also the many, many ghosts who live (Or unlive, I guess...) in the hotel and its extensive grounds - Anabelle, Stabby Paul, Candlehead, Randy and the rest. New ghosts every episode but the old ones remain, at least until whatever unfulfilled condition that keeps them there gets satisfied and they turn into sparkles and vanish forever.
Esther's friend Heather and Katherine's would-be boyfriend Joel are both back from Season One and Season Two sees the addition of an actual employee, the hotel's first. That's Shayna, who was technically in Season One, too, but only as a mysterious ghost haunting the attic.
In the first episode of the second season we find out she's not a ghost at all but a live woman, pretending to be a ghost so as to have a roof over her head and also because her grandfather told her there always needed to be someone of their bloodline in the hotel or else an eldritch god by the unlikely name of Pete would wake up and... do whatever it is eldritch gods do. It's never good.
I could have done with more of Shayna. I could have done with more of a lot of the supporting characters. They're all so strong. That's the trouble with having a large, well-delineated cast and only twenty-five minutes an episode to make use of them all.
I could also have done with more episodes. Not in the general sense of always wanting more of something I like but in the very specific sense of two more, like there were in Season One. It always annoys me when shows come back but with shorter runs. I mean, it's a lot better than them not coming back at all but still...
Luckily, there's no need to read anything too terrible into the reduced episode count. Haunted Hotel is already renewed by Netflix for Season Three next year.
Nobody Wants This - Season Three
(15 - Language, sex references)
The Kristen Bell romcom about an "agnostic podcaster" and a rabbi returns for a third season. I liked the first two, but then I'll watch anything with Kristen Bell in it.
When I reviewed Season Two, I ended with "I do kind of hope that the series finale, when it eventually comes, sees them go their own separate ways. I think the prospects of them having a long and happy marriage are vanishingly small." Well, they got married at the end of the last episode of Season Three so I guess we'll see how that prediction pans out.
Or not. Season Four hasn't been confirmed. Apparently this latest season went down better with both critics and viewers than Season Two, though, so it's probably more likely than not.
Do I want a fourth season? Hmm. That's a hard one. I thought Season Four was funnier than the first two. I enjoyed each episode - as a sitcom. As far as the dramatic plot went, though, I had some serious reservations.
I've just never believed in the central relationship. In Seasons One and Two, that felt like a position strongly supported by both the scripts and the performances. I always felt the subtext was that these were two people who were doing their damndest to ignore all the very valid reasons why they shouldn't be in a relationship because they just wanted it to work. Deep down, though, they both knew it never could.
In Season Three that all changes. Kristen Bell's Joanne now seems almost entirely subsumed by her desire to be someone completely different, whereas before that desire was always in open conflict with who she actually is. I found the transformation unconvincing but also not very entertaining. It was a lot more fun to watch her trying to work around the very real issues in her situation so as to get what she wanted, rather than leaning into them and accepting them.
Also, politically, it's quite disturbing to see her continually giving ground and being subsumed by Noah and his values. I'm not comfortable with the messaging there.
In fact, Joanne felt relatively peripheral to the plot of her own show this time around. She was certainly a lot less funny, not because of anything Kirsten Bell wasn't bringing to the role but because she just didn't get many good lines. (Adam Brody's Noah has always felt somewhat peripheral and has never been all that funny, so no change there.)
There were plenty of laughs elsewhere, luckily, particularly from the excellent Jane Curtin as Joanne and her sister Morgan's mother, from Sarah Silverman, playing Noah's deputy rabbi and especially from Justin Lupe as Morgan and Timothy Simons as Noah's brother, Sasha. Honestly, much as I love Kirsten Bell, I'd rather watch a spin-off centered on Morgan, Sasha and Sasha's separated wife Esther (Jackie Tohn.) now. The three of them have such great chemistry together, which is something I'd be hard-put to say about the two leads.
That said, the writing for those three isn't consistently great, either. I found several twists in the plot less than convincing this time around but the way Sasha and Morgan are split up in the last three episodes I found absolutely infuriating. Partly that's because they both are extremely infuriating characters but mostly it was that it all felt very forced, as if the whole sub-plot only existed to create problems for the upcoming wedding between Joanne and Noah, which was bogging itself down in tedious, unfunny detail. Mostly, though, I was infuriated because I didn't feel the writing was up to the job of explaining why what was happening was happening.
I mean, I get it in broad terms - Morgan is terrified of real emotions and she has self-worth issues she's always covering up and Sasha is is deep in grief for the failure of the only close, romantic relationship he's ever known - but it all felt so rushed, the implications of each of their backstories barely sketched-in.
Episode 7, where all this came to a head, left me feeling pissed off with the pair of them for more than twenty-four hours, which is very unusual behavior for me where any media is concerned. So, I guess kudos, to someone for that...
Overall, though, I enjoyed the season. I'd hate for it to stop there because it ended on all loose threads. There'd better be at least one more season coming, just to wrap it all up. More than that would, I think, be pushing it.
My Dress-Up Darling - Seasons One and Two
15 - Sexual violence references, injury detail
I started watching this because I knew the manga from work. Well, my old work, I guess I should say now. All my knowledge of manga, such as it is, comes from a decade and more of putting eight bays of titles in order and, of course, flipping through most of them at one time or another.
The premise is unusual to say the least. An introverted high-school student with no friends, living with his grandfather in a hina doll shop, somehow finds himself making cosplay costumes for a popular girl in his class. And if the set-up is odd, the execution is even odder.
Season One starts out as a kind of sex comedy. There's a lot of what would, in the Golden Age of Comics, have euphemistically been termed Good Girl Art. We call it Fan Service, now.
As the episodes roll along, though, that element, which initially seems to be almost the point of the show, starts to recede and the focus begins to fall instead on two things - the potential romantic relationship between the two main characters, Wakana Gojo and Marin Kitagawa, and the idea of cosplay as a both a way of life and a philosophy.
The first season is quite raunchy but by the second almost all of that has been replaced by a bittersweet, yearning romance. Kitagawa and Gojo (In that hard-to-get-used-to Japanese high school tradition that I only know from media like this, they only ever refer to each other by their last names, even in the most private and intimate of situations.) are both incredibly nice and obviously ideally suited for each other, but neither of them can express the feelings they're hiding.
It could be frustrating but it's not. It's just achingly sweet, in a way no adolescent romance most likely ever was, outside of imagination and fantasy. Even the romance, though, has to take second place to an astonishingly detailed examination of the role of cosplay in Japanese society and the precise and specific detail of how the impressive costumes and make-up are achieved.
Honestly, it was like watching a cross between a documentary and a make-up tutorial at times. There's also a lot of stuff about how absolutely acceptable it is for people of different sizes, shapes and genders to cosplay characters that aren't a physical match and several characters have backstories in which they met prejudice for their tastes or choices and overcame them. For a show that starts off leaning into some very dodgy areas indeed, it turns out to have some very right-on politics.
I really enjoyed it, especially the second season. It's frequently beautiful to look at, too. The animation and the drawing is excellent. It ends a little abruptly, although the way it finishes could be interpreted as a suitably poignant place to leave the two would-be lovers, still on the very cusp of an emotional breakthrough. A third season is apparently in production but there's no release date fixed yet.
The manga, though, carries on much further, ending with a sequence in which it's revealed that Marin and Wakana get married. I guess that means they can finally call each other by their first names.
A few years ago, I wouldn't have been able to get through even a couple of episodes of a show like this, let alone a couple of seasons. All the sudden, stylistic jumps from realism to exaggerated cartooning, often in the same scene, all the hyper-exaggerated double-takes, all the histrionic YELLING!!! Now, though, all of that just rolls over me if the show's any good.
Chainsmoker Cat - Season One, First Half
15 - Sex, nudity, sex references, drug use
None of which explains how I can watch this, let alone why. I have neither excuse nor explanation, except to say I began watching in morbid curiosity and continued in horrified fascination.
What even is this? There's no plot. Every episode is a string of unconnected scenes - you can't even call them sketches - in which a catgirl smokes a lot of cigarettes. That's both the title and the entire storyline.
The catgirl's name is Yani. She's probably about twenty, although with beastfolk, who fucking knows? I really need a primer. Every show I watch just makes me more confused about how the whole animal/human society thing works. Are there any established rules, like for vampires?
Yani lives in utter squalor in a run-down, quasi-brutalist, concrete apartment block that looks like a converted car park. It's managed by an obese pervert, who has sex with a blow-up doll in the shape of a foxgirl (Or foxboy - who can tell?).
Yani always seems to be either unemployed or doing some sort of unskilled, casual work. At one point she does some modeling for a manga artist working in the porn industry. In the last episode I watched she was somehow waitressing for the local crime-lord, who looks about eighty. It turns out he has a longstanding affection for her that might be paternalistic or might be perverse but knowing this show is probably both.
Things like that happen to her a lot but mostly she just lounges about, smoking endless cigarettes, drinking to excess and taking any drugs she can get her paws on. It mostly seems like literally the only thing she cares about is where her next cigarette is coming from. To watch this show, you'd believe nicotine was the most addictive drug in the world. (It actually is. Ed. )
In one particularly extreme example of her astonishing, overwhelming addiction, she sits on the river-bank, smoking, as she watches a young boy drift by. He's clearly drowning, crying out for her to help him. She does, eventually, but only after she's cursed him for interrupting her smoking session and not until she's finished her cigarette.
In the same scene, she also, very weirdly, turns for a moment into an actual cat as she dives beneath the surface of the river. It's the sort of thing that makes me think I must be missing some vital subtext that would explain it all. And then it all just carries on as before and the thought vanishes in a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Chainsmoker Cat is scatalogical, sexual and frequently genuinely obscene. Also revolting. Often revolting. Can't fault the accuracy of the title, though.
After half a season there's just starting to be some faint glimmer of continuity. A few vaguely familiar characters recur, including a couple of Yani's friends and her younger sister, who's almost her exact opposite, clean, tidy, well-spoken, a non-smoker... No wonder she seems almost as disgusted by Yani's lifestyle as I am.
I cannot explain why I'm still watching this.
Even less, why I just bought a T-Shirt with Yani's face on.
I haven't been talking about it much but I'm still playing Nivalis Nights just about every day. I'm coming up on twenty hours played and it feels as though I'm still in the discovery phase. I'm enjoying it a lot and I'd recommend it highly... only who, exactly, would I recommend it to?
Well, it had to end sometime. For once, I didn't forget. I just had too many
other posts to write. But here we are again, a week late and, for wonder, no
more to cull than ever. A couple of dozen in the bank. About half of them
won't make it. Place your bets now.