I sympathize with the unpleasant impacts of binging on what I've heard is now the screen sector (TV, movies, streaming, YouTube, TikTok, what ever the hell is next.) I suspect the desire to see how the next thing turns out isn't the best reason to watch the next episode. I feel closer to the series I watched in real time, a week or more between.
My China Beach memories date back 33 years ago while I was sick with the virus that ended up disabling me. It's finally available on DVD but without captions, which is criminal since the sound mix is stuffed full of music, helicopters, artillery, and other impediments to decoding speech.
Yet and still.
I loved it because it focused on women in war: as nurses slotted in to a military hierarchy, as rigidly metered sexual stimuli (the "donut dollies" and traveling USA shows), as well as K.C., gloriously embodied by Marg Hellenberger, making money selling antiquities and arranging black markets and serving as classy escort for men of all stripes wanting to demonstrate their virility (while she was busy listening and learning).
Dana Delaney's iron focus on herself was refreshing at a time when too many female characters fretted about the more-important males. Her character Colleen McMurphy is a usually-functional alcoholic; KC is a heroin addict. I appreciate that these women's addiction issues were not one special episode but how they coped with living in a war zone.
Dr Dick Richard (Picardo) really didn't understand what he was getting into; his naïveté is fundamentally crushed between the bureaucrats, the wrecked bodies of his patients, and the divorce from a wife half a world away.
Michael Boatman's barely attached to the mundane in his role as Private Beckett, in charge of the Graves Registration dead in their baggies.
So: good acting, great music on the sound track, would like to rewatch someday.
The last season was fabulous: flitting between the vets' war experiences and the present day and never losing the viewer in the process.
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I sympathize with the unpleasant impacts of binging on what I've heard is now the screen sector (TV, movies, streaming, YouTube, TikTok, what ever the hell is next.) I suspect the desire to see how the next thing turns out isn't the best reason to watch the next episode. I feel closer to the series I watched in real time, a week or more between.
My China Beach memories date back 33 years ago while I was sick with the virus that ended up disabling me. It's finally available on DVD but without captions, which is criminal since the sound mix is stuffed full of music, helicopters, artillery, and other impediments to decoding speech.
Yet and still.
I loved it because it focused on women in war: as nurses slotted in to a military hierarchy, as rigidly metered sexual stimuli (the "donut dollies" and traveling USA shows), as well as K.C., gloriously embodied by Marg Hellenberger, making money selling antiquities and arranging black markets and serving as classy escort for men of all stripes wanting to demonstrate their virility (while she was busy listening and learning).
Dana Delaney's iron focus on herself was refreshing at a time when too many female characters fretted about the more-important males. Her character Colleen McMurphy is a usually-functional alcoholic; KC is a heroin addict. I appreciate that these women's addiction issues were not one special episode but how they coped with living in a war zone.
Dr Dick Richard (Picardo) really didn't understand what he was getting into; his naïveté is fundamentally crushed between the bureaucrats, the wrecked bodies of his patients, and the divorce from a wife half a world away.
Michael Boatman's barely attached to the mundane in his role as Private Beckett, in charge of the Graves Registration dead in their baggies.
So: good acting, great music on the sound track, would like to rewatch someday.
The last season was fabulous: flitting between the vets' war experiences and the present day and never losing the viewer in the process.