I haven’t been up to much these days. Dorking out, mostly. Staying in. Chronic fatigue syndrome. Hot chocolate. My grandmother is still ailing. She has renamed my family’s cat “Percocet.” Last night Darren and I watched the first episode of The Wire, which I couldn’t help but compare to Monk, a USA show we watched last week, also for the first time. The Wire is a “gritty” HBO drama about multi-ethnic, hard-boiled homicide and narcotics detectives in Baltimore, Maryland, where it seems that everyone either smokes crack or owns a loaded gun. The second is a cute show about a lily white obsessive compulsive detective who solves murders by being a charming idiot-savant. I want something in between these two shows. For instance, a jaded Mexican cop has to break up a heroin ring at the high rise Lifesaver Towers in Candy Land. Or a child detective who can’t stop wetting his pants has to kill a couple guys in Queens.
i figured the boyfriend would’ve had monk a long time ago given the tom scharpling connection.
The Wire rocks, although I made the mistake of watching Season 4 and now have a hard time watching season 1-3 re-runs. In fact, it’s on right now as I type this.
i figured the boyfriend would’ve had monk a long time ago given the tom scharpling connection.
That’s the only reason I thought it might be good. Which it is, but I was hoping for more Scharplingesque humor.
Nice pitch! You should be in L.A.!
Haha. Thanks Opally. I’ll start working on the script.