Join with me, if you will, in mourning the passing of a dear friend who comforted me over many years, and has now gone to a better place.
Yesterday, I saw the final episode of NYPD Blue. I can barely begin to imagine what life will be like without it.
The substitutes will just not do. Waking the Dead seems to be the best the Brits can offer at the moment, passable, even though it has the unbearably smug git Trevor Eve in the lead, and is unnecessarily silly at times.
I will have to hope that the fourth series of the Wire, which began this week, will live up to the quality of the other three. It is small comfort.
I saw NYPD Blue from the beginning, and despite the best efforts of moronic schedulers on channel 4, saw most episodes, I guess. I survived the early episodes which had that even smugger git David Caruso in them. We were even subjected to his naked body on screen, but I persevered, and eventually it became clear that there was no alternative but to let Dennis Franz become the star of the show. He out-acted all of the others, including Jimmy Smits. The show was controversial early on because of the amount of nudity. I had no particular opinion about this, but if pressed would have explored the possibility of Kim Delaney appearing nude in all of her scenes as an experiment in modern television.
And now there is to be no more.Please support me in these days of sadness.