I want to recommend - with some caveats - the second season of "Catastrophe," now streaming on Amazon.
"Catastrophe" is a British TV series that debuted here last year with six episodes about an American advertising executive who has a brief affair with an Irish schoolteacher living in London. When she gets pregnant, he decides to move to London to live with her and raise the child together; the first season takes them up to the birth of the child, while the second season picks up a couple of years later as the now-married couple is navigating a somewhat more mature relationship.
The series is very much a two-hander. Rob Delaney and Sharon Horgan created it, write every episode, and star as the protagonists, and "Catastrophe" has such verisimilitude that it almost feels improvised ... the intimacy of their relationship - both in their conversations and its physicality - comes across, sometimes to the point where it feels almost too intimate to be watching from the outside. Mostly, it is very, very funny ... occasionally sweet, and sometimes sad. Sort of like life.
My caveats have to do with the explicitness of the series. The language can be very profane, and the sexuality (while there is little actual nudity) somewhat raw. "Catastrophe" won't be everyone, and I have to admit that I hit the pause button on the remote whenever my adult daughter walked near the room where I was watching. (I wasn't embarrassed, exactly, but there are certain things we don't need to share.)
One of the nicest things about "Catastrophe" is that it is short - each season consists of six 30-minute episodes. It doesn't require a major commitment, and if you buy into its approach and portrayal of this relationship, you find yourself wanting more. I hope they make a third season, because I want to see these two people continue to grow up.
Speaking of relationships ... as of Sunday, I've been married to Mrs. Content Guy for 33 years. Of course, because I travel a lot, I've really only been around for about 22 of them ... which Mrs. Content Guy probably would argue is the secret to a happy marriage, or at least the secret of being happily married to me. (I'm not sure anyone could actually be around me for 33 years straight...)
So Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Content Guy. Tom Stoppard once wrote, "It’s no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst." I completely believe that, but I've no personal experience with it, because her worst is pretty great.
That's it for this week. Have a great weekend, and I'll see you Monday.
Slàinte!
"Catastrophe" is a British TV series that debuted here last year with six episodes about an American advertising executive who has a brief affair with an Irish schoolteacher living in London. When she gets pregnant, he decides to move to London to live with her and raise the child together; the first season takes them up to the birth of the child, while the second season picks up a couple of years later as the now-married couple is navigating a somewhat more mature relationship.
The series is very much a two-hander. Rob Delaney and Sharon Horgan created it, write every episode, and star as the protagonists, and "Catastrophe" has such verisimilitude that it almost feels improvised ... the intimacy of their relationship - both in their conversations and its physicality - comes across, sometimes to the point where it feels almost too intimate to be watching from the outside. Mostly, it is very, very funny ... occasionally sweet, and sometimes sad. Sort of like life.
My caveats have to do with the explicitness of the series. The language can be very profane, and the sexuality (while there is little actual nudity) somewhat raw. "Catastrophe" won't be everyone, and I have to admit that I hit the pause button on the remote whenever my adult daughter walked near the room where I was watching. (I wasn't embarrassed, exactly, but there are certain things we don't need to share.)
One of the nicest things about "Catastrophe" is that it is short - each season consists of six 30-minute episodes. It doesn't require a major commitment, and if you buy into its approach and portrayal of this relationship, you find yourself wanting more. I hope they make a third season, because I want to see these two people continue to grow up.
Speaking of relationships ... as of Sunday, I've been married to Mrs. Content Guy for 33 years. Of course, because I travel a lot, I've really only been around for about 22 of them ... which Mrs. Content Guy probably would argue is the secret to a happy marriage, or at least the secret of being happily married to me. (I'm not sure anyone could actually be around me for 33 years straight...)
So Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Content Guy. Tom Stoppard once wrote, "It’s no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst." I completely believe that, but I've no personal experience with it, because her worst is pretty great.
That's it for this week. Have a great weekend, and I'll see you Monday.
Slàinte!
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