Sniffles, Kiefer and intense emotions

Because we don't subscribe to telly, I've had to resort to DVDs to keep me company during the long hours of my incarceration (due to illness - I've had the sniffles, but usually this is to keep me company when working on a great sewing project). And this weekend I have been up to my eyeballs in espionage, military threats, and maverick federal agents. I keep wanting to shout 'SECURE THE PERIMETER!' alot in a hoarse and urgent manner. I think I know why people like paint-balling.

Boxed sets are marvellous. The only problem is that you want to watch all twenty four 40 minute episodes RIGHT NOW, I just HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS! I believe it is a testament to the high production quality and spending millions per episode. But its not exactly relaxing viewing. Shouldn't I be up to my eyeballs in romantic comedy? That must be more relaxing. I mean, every damn episode is edge of your seat stuff. I almost have never felt so frustrated in my life. Its like watching one of those films when two people are trying to find each other and keep crossing paths but never do (until the end of the film, except this one is 16 hours long! ARG!) Its a bit like Dungeons and Dragons: every effort bringing them closer to home is thwarted by the end of the episode.

So there I am, sitting all cosied up with me lemsip, watching Kiefer getting sliced up, thinking he's all heroic and why isn't he dead yet? And then four minutes after he flatlines he's shot three people, extracted information, got dressed, called his contact at the CTU and is happily driving around downtown Los Angeles without a trace of pain, sweat, blood nor tears, especially given that some bloke has just electrocuted him to death and resucutated him with more electrical charges and epinephrine only to give him some other chemical that will kill him to death again by slowly and torturously restricting his diaphram and collapsing his lungs. Clearly its too early in the morning to worry about spelling. The oddest thing about it all is that I'm starting to feel comforted and attracted to the man. This can NOT go on.

One point I must make about the terrorist threat. In the first series, the baddies were Serbian, in this series, that baddies are Arabic. Not really good news for my housemate or I since we (by blood) represent both classifications. I'm not sure this is altogether on. Can someone direct Keifer to bypass Cumberland Road on his next mission? Otherwise, thoroughly gripping stuff, but no antidote to feeling sniffly.

'SECURE THE PERIMETER!!!'