The private detective* as seen on various jaunts around the Holodeck. Presumably when the scriptwriters were bitten by the whimsy weasel, and decided "I know! let's have a noir detective story set in the 1950's!" only to be reminded by Gene Roddenberry that this was the 24th Century, they turned to The Lazy Scriptwriter's Second Best Friend - the Holodeck ( the The Lazy Scriptwriter's Best Friend is, of course, "Q").
Dixon Hill and some bloke who doesn't tan |
Welcome Back Princess Janice
However briefly, it's always a pleasure to have colleague Janice around. She possesses an extremely large sense of humour, and it was nice to meet Harman the junior edition as well as Jacob the new arrival, and even Janice's mum.
Janice, absent tiara |
Saturday Morning Pester Puss
As any cat owner can testify, cats like to - even love to - be where they shouldn't. Ours is no exception, usually emerging from her lair to creep up on Conrad as he reads his Important Books at breakfast, unerringly choosing the worst place to sit.
Like, right on top of the book. Purring madly all the time |
"I have you, puny human!" |
I can tell what you're thinking here, "Conrad's found another hellish chemical compound." Since I've been gloating about discovering the terrifying compound Ethylene Oxide, second only to that Touchstone of Terror Chlorine Triflouride, you might be forgiven that this is a seeding compound that turns silicone dioxide into the insanely unstable silicone tetraflouroethyl nitrate, which explodes if you even look at it. Yes, even with your eyelids nearly shut. This would be a bad thing as over a quarter of the Earth's crust is made of silicon.
Ha! Gotcha! |
Poirot - The Adventure of the Cheap Flat
A bit of a let-down if you were hoping to see Poirot exercising his little grey cells, as a lot of the detective work was telegraphed well in advance. Despite that it looked good, especially the delightfully delicious Samantha Bond. A mention goes out also to the actor Nick Maloney, playing the wonderfully sleazy night club owner, and William Hootkins, the pompous FBI agent on secondment to an ever-more harassed Chief Inspector Japp.
I say, though, the background music at times seemed to be a bit of a jazzy riff on the "UFO" theme tune. Not complaining, you understand, only commenting.
What follows is a bit obsessive, so if you're not into analysing what's on-screen and why, you may repair to the bar for a swift gin and tonic.
Voila:
Urban elegance in 1935 |
We also get a brief flashback to America, which has to be evoked on a budget; at this point the series hadn't done any trans-Atlantic filming** and the studio wouldn't have listened to the director saying "But for authenticity ..."
I shan't enlarge as it would spoil the illusion |
A nice facade |
What Baked Goods Are The Favourites Of The Northern Illinois Computer Exchange?
It goes without saying -
* We'll be revisiting this topic
** I don't know if it ever did
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