“Doc…tell me…what’s the worst-case scenario…?”
Sandra Oh’s character pauses, feigning feigned concern (that takes some real acting skills; she must draw upon Hugh Laurie for inspiration). She glances at the other doctor (or maybe nurse), and then back to the actress-patient with a cute British or maybe Australian accent and curly pile of fiery red hair.
“Well, you may need to get a (some sort of technical medical term that essentially means–)–”
“A poo bag? A poo bag! My father had one of these…etc…etc…I will not live like that!” She says in her charming, infuriated accent. Maybe it’s a New Zealand accent. Probably not British, after all.
Sandra Oh’s character steps back, feigning shock by widening her lightly shaded eyelids. “But this could save your life!”
“NO! No more surgeries!” Yada yada yada.
Sandra Oh’s character gets chewed out a few scenes later for her lack of bedside manner.
Another scene. Katherine Heigl’s character sits in a chemo infusion chair, still looking glowingly healthy. A few blotches of makeup to mimic chemo-induced rosacea spot her face, framed by a scarf that conceals her full head of hair concealed in turn by a bald wig. Sandra Oh’s character exhibits more of her sarcastic brashness. Yada yada. Clever dialogue, yada yada. Someone’s witholding sex, she says. Sandra Oh makes a lesbian joke. Yada yada.
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Local news featurettes light up the screen with plenty of smiles and a voice over full of oddly enthusiastic inflections.
Something about the Annie Le homicide case. Notorious grainy stock footage of Clark in court. Voice over says that there will be a memorial in El Dorado.
Next story.
Some guy in a suburban area near my area pilfered a Walgreen’s pharmacy by posing as a doctor, self-prescribing painkillers. (Didn’t I also see this in an episode of House?) The guy wanted to defend himself and the allegations made on the news the day before by police.
Shots of him talking to a reporter, poised with a notepad and a pen, taking copious notes. The camera pans the man’s house, zooms in on scars, and his bare feet, as the man describes his chronic back pains, pointing to an unseen location under his thin gray wifebeater undershirt.
“I take pain pills,” he says, “but it’s not anything I can’t control.” The voice over cuts in again, low and inexplicably cheery.
Next shot: the police officer says, “Well, he didn’t seem to be in any pain as he fled from us.”
Voice-over: “He hid in this garbage can.”
Another reporter in previously filmed footage pops out from a garbage bin, a la Oscar the Grouch or perhaps a Whack-a-Mole, only smiling.
Next shot: the same garbage can, sans Oscar the Reporter. Enthusiastic voice over.
The whole time, me: What the —-
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Changed channel. KCRA news. I think I prefer their meteorologist anyways.
An elephant flips a white sedan, and tramples on along a dirt road, ramming a tree, and then is chased by several dozen men.
What does this rampaging Indian elephant have to do with local news? How is this relevant to me?
I have no idea, but this is good stuff. HO! Look at that elephant go…