Last night we watched The Importance of Being Earnest. What a lovely, lovely morsel of brilliant dialogue and pretty boys. Rupert Everett and Colin Firth are both so very charming. Judi Dench is -- of course -- marvellous. And I was rather taken with Frances O'Connor as Gwendolyn. It left me smiling.
And then I watched Miracles.
I'd taped this on Monday and finally had time to sit down and see it. What a fucking amazing show. You were right, all you Miracles pushers -- one episode and I'm hooked.
The intensity, the paranormal-religious experiences, the blood, the rain. Oh, how I've missed this. The extreme slashiness was just a bonus.
So, of course, this will be cancelled. *sigh*