Wanna Get Ficced?

Actually, this is, maybe, a halfway guilty pleasure, but as I'm watching it purely for eye-candy, ridiculous inventions, and did I mention the eye candy? We'll call a duck a duck, yeah?

I sat down to work on the new nerdy cross stitch and decided to find something to watch something on hulu.com. I chose Crusoe, because--as mentioned--eye candy. And you know what? I think I really enjoy it. It's somewhere between light as a spring breeze and SRS BIZNUS, and it does not always manage to handle it gracefully. I'll also say nothing of Phillip Winchester's accent outside of the occasional, "REALLY?" Because, I mean, REALLY? There weren't any smoking hot, young British actors with ridiculously defined pecs who could run around shirtless because their shirt was stolen off the laundry line by a wild boar? REALLY?

[The Husband: "Orlando Bloom was busy. Busy pretending to be British."* Thanks, honey.]

So, yes, I think Crusoe is this season's...what did I watch last season that was vaguely ridiculous? Um...oh, wait! Crusoe is the kind of fun-and-mediocre-but-well-meaning-so-it's-fun that Knight Rider WANTED to be.

So, I suppose--and forgive me miriam_heddy, as I know your favoritism in this matter--Sam Neill and Sean Bean dropping in for recurring flashback cameos trumps Bruce Davison working hard to not make his character as bad as he was written.

*I won a dishes bet with The Husband because he was honestly convinced that Orlando Bloom was American.