Yes, you know what I'm talking about. I mean, who the hell decided that it would be a good idea to hire Philip Glenister but force him to speak in a dodgy American accent?
In other words, I watched Demons so you don't have to. And a brief analysis of the situation might go as follows:
Good points about Demons
- Ross Jenkins from UNIT (he's called Luke in this, but it hardly matters) first turns up dressed only in his underpants, and then 5 minutes later he has another, even lengthier shirtless scene.
- The baddie is called Gladiolus Thripp, which gives Gene Hunt (he's called Rupert Galvin in this, but whatever) an excuse to address him as "Gladys" at one point.
Bad points about Demons
- Everything else.
So there you have it. There's little need to let this sort of thing trouble your Saturday nights, and I won't be letting it trouble mine, unless I receive an urgent dispatch that the scriptwriter of the first episode has been eaten by badly choreographed werewolf hoodies and replaced with someone that can do better than "Do it now or I must surely smite thee, oh freak".
In other low-level showbiz news that you may possibly have heard, as one skinny young(*) man is leaving a job, an even skinnier, even younger man has been given a job. As to whether this is a good thing or not, I can't tell, because the new skinnier younger man is totally unknown to me. I suppose I shall have to wait and see, along with everybody else.
ETA: I'm now getting quite a lot of entertainment out of singing "So here's to you, Mrs River Song" to myself...
* DT is just a few months older than me. I declare that to be young. Ahem.