I grew up loving Thursday night PBS Mystery! programming. Diana Rigg would host, and on my favorite nights, Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot would save the day in his patent leather shoes.
Over time, my Netflix account has learned this secret of my past. They know that I love Poirot, Miss Marple and Jessica Fletcher. Based on this insight to my psyche, the kind computers at Netflix suggested I might enjoy another Masterpiece Mystery! offering from the BBC: The Inspector Lynley Mysteries.
It was a Wednesday night, I felt like a mystery, I flipped on the good old streaming Netflix, I browsed through the recommendations, and I came upon “Payment in Blood,” promising that “An avant-garde play is being read at a Scottish country house, and during the evening, the playwright is brutally murdered. But this case is far from open and shut. Unhappily for Detective Inspector Lynley (Nathaniel Parker), his own beloved Lady Helen Clyde (Lesley Vickerage) is one of the chief suspects. Will the consummate professional allow his personal feelings to cloud his judgment?”
When I watch such shows I always wish for an appearance by an actor who is famous now, but was just starting out then. I love watching old television shows and seeing random guest stars.
It almost never happens. I always feel that someone should show up in a Mystery!
It finally happened. The first moments of “Payment in Blood” featured vaguely familiar face. My suspicions that the shockingly pale face belonged to James McAvoy were soon confirmed.
I find it randomly amusing.