I’m calling it quits on Call The Midwife. I was enjoying it, and there’s plenty to enjoy (and how I will miss Miranda Hart), but I can’t take it anymore for two reasons:
- The narration is AWFUL. It’s cloying, it’s saccharine, and it makes me want to punch the main character (whose story this is). Vanessa Redgrave’s voice can’t save it.
- The lengths these story lines will go to impress upon us just how bad life was for poor mothers in East London are getting ridiculous, and we only just started season 2. My final straw was the Swedish woman whose father brought her onto his cargo ship when she was young to, ahem, service the crew. But you know, he loves her.
DONE.
Momma Betty
Eww. Maybe that’s why we never got into it. We’ve finished the first season of Big Little Lies on HBO, courtesy of Corey and Christine. I read the book by Liane Moriarty so I had a bit of inside knowledge. She’s the producer but Reese Witherspoon was the push behind it. And the main character, along with Nicole Kidman and Laura Dern. Meryl Streep is in the second season.