It was another long day today--I worked until 7:00, which I know wouldn't be
considered a long day by some people's standards, but is a very long
day for me.
And then I thought of some more things I should do, and worked a little bit
when I got home, too.
And then we watched part of an old Rock Hudson movie called Seconds, which
was about some people who, for a fee, would arrange for plastic surgery to be
performed on you, and create a whole new identity for you, for a price--which
price turned out (of course) to be much more than you had originally expected
to pay.
I had never seen it, and we didn't see the whole thing, because Bob wanted to go
out for Popeye's fried chicken; I went with him, and sat in the van while he went
inside, then we came home, and I watched Nash Bridges--the one show I watch all
week, and this was the episode I'd been dreading all summer.
I don't really know why I like the show, I've never been specifically fond of
Don Johnson or Cheech Marin, but I kind of like them together, and I think Jeff
Perry, who plays Harvey, the ex-hippie, Grateful Dead fan, is an excellent actor.
I don't care much for either
of the main female characters--Yasmine Bleeth is just sort of annoying, although
a much better actor than I would have expected, and the girl who plays Nash's
daughter is somewhat annoying, too, although I think that's mostly her
character. Except that I can never look at her without remembering that she
and Don Johnson had an affair one season . . .
I missed most of last season, I think; it was just never convenient to watch the
show, I think, and I didn't make an effort to, like I've been doing this summer.
So even though all the shows are reruns, I haven't seen most of them before, so
it's all new.
A few weeks ago I went to the show's website, and against my better judgment, read the
episode summaries. And while I would never reveal a major plot point from a
movie, I figure a television show is different, particularly since it's in
reruns at the moment.
The developent of Evan Cortez' character last season was pretty interesting,
I thought, in a soap-opera-ish sort of way. He was one of the detectives on
the force, and was engaged on
Cassidy, Nash's daughter. Theirs was a tumultuous relationship, and Cassidy
eventually broke up with him, breaking his heart, and starting him on a downward
spiral that ended up with him homeless, living with a prostitute, and ending
up in the hospital after being beaten by her pimp.
He stole a watch from Joe (Cheech's character), and, realizing how far he'd
sunk and how hopeless it all was, attempted to kill himself, but Joe talked
him out of it.
He vowed to turn his life around, and was walking by a church one day . . .
The next chapter in his life found him born again, working with a church youth
group, inviting his friends to his baptism; and found Cassidy once again
interested in him, but now he wasn't interested in her, because he had
found something much more compelling--his religion. And that, of course,
made her want him even more.
A few more episodes, and they're back together, and tonight, planning to get
married. He tells Harvey he's never been so happy, and then he gets killed.
Yup.
I didn't cry until Harvey, packing up Evan's desk in the squadroom, comes
across Evan's bible, with a Polaroid photo of him and Cassidy stuck inside,
and Harvey breaks down, and so did I, a little.