Oh, my. I sometimes forget just how much I love John Simm. And then I go and watch Life on Mars again, and I remember. Not only is he disturbingly hot in those 70s clothes, he's hilarious. And the show is a perfect blend of comedy and drama and action and car chases, and has one of the best soundtracks you'll ever hear and cinematography that leaves Veronica Mars's in the dust. And, did I mention the criminally inappropriate dialogue, courtesy of Gene Hunt?
Sam: "We're not talking about a dodgy telly. We're talking about threats of sexual violence!"
Gene: "Yeah, and I know your slag is lying through her teeth about it, and do you wanna know why?"
Sam: "Yeah. Why?!?"
Gene: "Stephen Warren is a bum bandit. Do you understand? A poof. A fairy. A queer. A queen. Fudgepacker. Uphill gardener. Fruit-picking sodomite!"
Sam: "...he's gay?"
Gene: "As a bloody Christmas tree! Mind you, he is a little touchy on the subject, being a twisted Catholic with an elderly mother and all, so I wouldn't go mentioning it to him."
[From behind the meatlocker door, bangs and pleading can be heard]
Gene: "How did you know Red Rum was gonna win the National?"
Sam: "Just a hunch."
Gene: "Huh. ...You didn't have any, um, inside information? A little bird in the racing fraternity?"
Sam: "I wouldn't do that, would I?"
Gene: "Well, I didn't think you'd lock a naked murder suspect in a giant fridge..."
Gene: "I'm not a Catholic meself, Mr. Warren, but isn't there something about 'Thou shalt not suck off rent boys'?"
Warren: "How dare you come in here!"
Gene: "You coulda said that to the boy."
BBC America is not stupid. Next week, the networks start running out of first-run programming due to the writers' strike. The week after that? Season 2 of Life on Mars premieres. Mmmm. John Simm. You think shirtless Sylar is hot? You should see Detective Inspector Sam Tyler handcuffed to his bed.
ETA: I now have this lovely John Simm userpic. It's having a Mohinder-like hypnotizing effect on me.