Life on Mars. For those of you who don't know, it's an ABC dramedy ripped from a BBC dramedy about a police officer who is hit by a car, and somehow winds up in 1973. I'm betting good money that no one will know it exists and it will be cancelled within the first two seasons. Why? Because it's actually really, really good.
The opportunities for social commentary run rampant so far, and actually that's what's amusing me right now. There have already been references to Led Zeppelin, Hall & Oates, and Elton John. Oh, and let's not forget the numerous shots of TV, which could be deemed slightly meta. The music was all Glamrock, of course, cornerstoning Bowie. Thus my current urge to dig through my father's records and find his collection, so I can play Ziggy Stardust for the rest of the afternoon. But the music... Well, it fit. Really, really well. And they used Sweet as an integral plot device, which makes me really fucking happy.
As well as the obvious Tv/Music references, we've got an angry anti-war protester chick who actually didn't use the phrase "pig", a lone woman on the force who seems all-too-fascinated with our Time-Traveler, and a bunch of very rude, very loud, very stereotypical NYPD bastards who would smoke cigarettes over corpses and beat the shit out of you if you didn't answer questions. Oh yeah, and a serial killer.
All I've got to say is, please, if Sam starts playing along, this will be fucking great. Especially if he knows a little bit about history. Or pop culture. Can you imagine?
So, last night I watched