Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Amazon recently renewed the first season of the decade-old Australian TV series titled “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.” It was filmed in Melbourne in an area made to look like the 1920’s. Her house is a hoot, the cars are from the period, and the storyline is incidental. It is hilarious. She is always involved in some mad adventure when she’s not sleeping with the hunk of the week. The music theme is authentic 1920’s Dixieland Jazz. Modern versions are too slow. I even bought an MP3 of the soundtrack with all the groovy tunes.

I had forgotten how much I loved the series. Unfortunately, Prime Video is only showing season one. If you want season two and three, you need to sign up for Acorn Video. This series is like what my mother loved about Agatha Christie’s stories. The murders were usually off screen, or at least not violent even though deadly. And no one cussed. I’ll admit these are even more contrived, and you never will figure out who “dun it” because they don’t give you the important information until the last minute. It’s more like a comedy series than a murder series, some of which these days are exceedingly grim.

Maestro in Blue The Diplomat

Burning Blue My Policeman

Just when I get discouraged about how the southern states are passing homophobic and transphobic legislation, I am reminded about how bad things have been in the past. I watched two movies on Prime Video. It carries a lot of LGBTQ+ films from various distributors and streaming services for an extra charge. One is a story, titled My Policeman, set in England in the 1950’s in which a married man carries on an affair with another man. His wife outs the lover, who is sent to prison for two years. When he gets out, he is so disabled by the physical abuse that he is unable to walk again. The couple take him in and care for him. The wife finally confesses what she had done and leaves saying that she has done enough penance.