BIG LITTLE LIES (HBO)
Of course I tuned in to a whodunit starring four big stars, all with amazing heads of hair, and got sucked in by those ominous Monterey waves beating cosmic doom against the shore. And of course I took offense at Witherspoon’s condescension towards her character. But what really turned me off was that whole finale with the Elvis and Audrey theme: didn’t anybody think to say “Not Audrey: Marylin!” for god’s sake. Nobody thinks of Hepburn as a Towering Pop Icon, at least not nearly in the same league as Presley. Marylin had rock’n’roll status even before such a thing existed, which makes her transcendent etc on so many levels. And the Woodley whodunit twist just failed at the end, good God at please play it for some kind of farcical satire on adulterated mysteries, no self-respecting investigator would stay on those figures romping at the beach after a tawdry accident like that. Please. Better bet: Shetland, starring Douglas Henshall.
SOME STUPID JERK TRYIN’ TO REACH A WRONG NUMBER COME ON!