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There's something about being home alone that makes me feel obligated to act like an adult, so today I went grocery shopping and bought actual food (produce, even!) and took the trash out and now I'm doing laundry. I made oatmeal cookies, too, because I've realized that I'm totally spoiled by the little flavored packets of oatmeal and will never eat the regular kind out of the canister again, even if it is cheaper. The cookies came out well done and even more well done, because we have no timing devices in the kitchen, but not actually burnt, at least. Unfortunately, now that they're actually cooked, I've eaten so much cookie dough that I don't want them anymore, and I have no roommates to foist them off on. I knew there was going to be some sort of snag in the plan...
One of the other responsible adult things I had to do was watch a couple of episodes of MFU, because the lending library tapes are due back soon, and I have to send them out (see? very responsible!), so I also spent an hour and a half lying on the couch watching "The Brain-Killer Affair" and "The Neptune Affair."
I'm so glad Illya's back. It was weird watching the first two episodes, where he wasn't around at all. I see he hasn't quite figured out the smiling thing in the credits yet...
And, okay, Napoleon doesn't even actually have to do anything to make me laugh. As soon as he appeared on screen at the start of Brain-Killer, leaning out of his chair with that expression that says, "Aren't I gorgeous? And sneaky? But mostly gorgeous?" I just cracked up. I was laughing with him, though; I mean, come on, he was involved in something called "The Brain-Killer Affair" - he was laughing on the inside.
Watching the medical emergency bit - sauntering paramedics, doctors who stop to chat with the guy waiting by the door before checking the patient - was an exercise in ... I think of it as a sort of reversed suspension of disbelief, and it cropped up in Starsky & Hutch, too, especially during "A Coffin for Starsky." I sit there thinking "Where's the IV? Where's the pen light and for god's sake the gloves? Why aren't you calling for blood screens?" and then I think, aha! This was forty years ago. They had, like, penicillin and morphine and germ theory. So maybe this is how it would've worked. Maybe there wasn't anything medical science could've done for Starsky, then. Maybe standard procedure in Waverly's case - neurotoxin poisoning - would have been to sort of hang out and keep an eye on him and wait for him to come around or die. This is way back in the past, after all - just look at their hair!
I have this sneaking suspicion that that's not true, and that medicine of the seventies and sixties wasn't actually quite that primitive, but... it makes it easier for me to watch this stuff.
Also, Napoleon riding on the elevator cable and then having a hell of a time actually getting to the door! Hee! Illya sheltering behind a ... railing. Hee in an entirely different way...
I liked how we had all those mannequins and then mannequin/hypnotized Illya and whatshisname and Jason. And that little rant about money, from the Innocent (did she ever even get a name, beyond Miss Bergstrom?) and Illya's disgusted look at Napoleon. Also, barber-Illya!
And then, Neptune! Soviet Navy Illya! (collect all the outfits for your fully poseable Illya doll...) Was it me, or did his hat, and possibly the whole uniform, look about a size too large? Really adorable.
Also, his summation of the situation to Napoleon at the start of the episode (is Waverly still recovering from his flirtation with brain-death, then? because they seem to be just hanging out in his office, setting up their own assignment.) and his very real and concrete anger, about the grain and the very real possibility of escalation - because Illya is Russian, not just a cute blond with a sexy accent, and those are his people starving in the wake of those attacks, and it will be him caught in the middle if his home and host countries go to war, and next to that, Napoleon, though he does everything necessary to prevent war and further destruction, nonetheless seems so infuriatingly blase... I want to say that seems like a reversal, but I don't know that I've (in my incredibly limited sample of, what, ten episodes? so I'm almost certainly talking through my hat) really seen Napoleon get angry or upset about work, when it was actually him talking and not a persona. He manages to be - or to seem to be - very much more a man from UNCLE than a man from America. And also, really really pretty.
And now I've become a bit distracted - and thoroughly entertained - by the mental image of Napoleon Solo and Benton Fraser trying to play one another. Good lord, the charm, the politeness, the twinkling of eyes, the little smiles...
Also, is it just me, or is it really disturbingly easy to hear Napoleon saying "Yes, I've been a very naughty boy." ...? Because if he doesn't stop saying that in the back of my head, sooner or later Illya is going to have to Take Steps. Not, I suppose, that that would be a bad thing.
One of the other responsible adult things I had to do was watch a couple of episodes of MFU, because the lending library tapes are due back soon, and I have to send them out (see? very responsible!), so I also spent an hour and a half lying on the couch watching "The Brain-Killer Affair" and "The Neptune Affair."
I'm so glad Illya's back. It was weird watching the first two episodes, where he wasn't around at all. I see he hasn't quite figured out the smiling thing in the credits yet...
And, okay, Napoleon doesn't even actually have to do anything to make me laugh. As soon as he appeared on screen at the start of Brain-Killer, leaning out of his chair with that expression that says, "Aren't I gorgeous? And sneaky? But mostly gorgeous?" I just cracked up. I was laughing with him, though; I mean, come on, he was involved in something called "The Brain-Killer Affair" - he was laughing on the inside.
Watching the medical emergency bit - sauntering paramedics, doctors who stop to chat with the guy waiting by the door before checking the patient - was an exercise in ... I think of it as a sort of reversed suspension of disbelief, and it cropped up in Starsky & Hutch, too, especially during "A Coffin for Starsky." I sit there thinking "Where's the IV? Where's the pen light and for god's sake the gloves? Why aren't you calling for blood screens?" and then I think, aha! This was forty years ago. They had, like, penicillin and morphine and germ theory. So maybe this is how it would've worked. Maybe there wasn't anything medical science could've done for Starsky, then. Maybe standard procedure in Waverly's case - neurotoxin poisoning - would have been to sort of hang out and keep an eye on him and wait for him to come around or die. This is way back in the past, after all - just look at their hair!
I have this sneaking suspicion that that's not true, and that medicine of the seventies and sixties wasn't actually quite that primitive, but... it makes it easier for me to watch this stuff.
Also, Napoleon riding on the elevator cable and then having a hell of a time actually getting to the door! Hee! Illya sheltering behind a ... railing. Hee in an entirely different way...
I liked how we had all those mannequins and then mannequin/hypnotized Illya and whatshisname and Jason. And that little rant about money, from the Innocent (did she ever even get a name, beyond Miss Bergstrom?) and Illya's disgusted look at Napoleon. Also, barber-Illya!
And then, Neptune! Soviet Navy Illya! (collect all the outfits for your fully poseable Illya doll...) Was it me, or did his hat, and possibly the whole uniform, look about a size too large? Really adorable.
Also, his summation of the situation to Napoleon at the start of the episode (is Waverly still recovering from his flirtation with brain-death, then? because they seem to be just hanging out in his office, setting up their own assignment.) and his very real and concrete anger, about the grain and the very real possibility of escalation - because Illya is Russian, not just a cute blond with a sexy accent, and those are his people starving in the wake of those attacks, and it will be him caught in the middle if his home and host countries go to war, and next to that, Napoleon, though he does everything necessary to prevent war and further destruction, nonetheless seems so infuriatingly blase... I want to say that seems like a reversal, but I don't know that I've (in my incredibly limited sample of, what, ten episodes? so I'm almost certainly talking through my hat) really seen Napoleon get angry or upset about work, when it was actually him talking and not a persona. He manages to be - or to seem to be - very much more a man from UNCLE than a man from America. And also, really really pretty.
And now I've become a bit distracted - and thoroughly entertained - by the mental image of Napoleon Solo and Benton Fraser trying to play one another. Good lord, the charm, the politeness, the twinkling of eyes, the little smiles...
Also, is it just me, or is it really disturbingly easy to hear Napoleon saying "Yes, I've been a very naughty boy." ...? Because if he doesn't stop saying that in the back of my head, sooner or later Illya is going to have to Take Steps. Not, I suppose, that that would be a bad thing.