Month: October 2019

Prodigal Son

Rating:

Most of you may not know this, but at one point, I wanted to be a Criminal Profiler for the F.B.I. I ended up choosing a different career (and met the amazing co-owners of this website), but something about serial killers fascinated me. I wanted to know how they think, why they do what they do, and how? This stemmed from an obsession with all things Hannibal Lecter, including my falling for the title character.

When “Hannibal” and “Red Dragon” came out, I was in love with Anthony Hopkin’s portrayal of the genius cannibal. He used his wit to string Clarice Starling and Will Graham along while also helping them solve their cases.

Then came the “Hannibal” T.V. show starring Mads Mikkelson as the titular character and Hugh Dancy as Will Graham. It was a beautiful amalgamation of “Hannibal” and “Red Dragon” and gave great insight into what it’s like to be a criminal profiler. Sadly, the show ended a few years ago, leaving a gap for eager minds such as myself.

Then, three weeks ago, “Prodigal Son” premiered. I knew I would already love the series because Michael Sheen is an acting genius. I loved him in the “Underworld”/”Underworld: Rise of the Lycans” duo, but especially loved him in “Good Omens.” However, when I watched some of the trailers, I knew we had found something to fill the hole that “Hannibal” left behind.

The first episode (and the two following) seem familiar: the criminal profiler (Malcolm Bright, played by Tom Payne), who does things a bit differently from everyone else, goes to the very intelligent serial killer (his father Dr. Martin Whitly, played by Sheen) for help solving the case while also learning that they themselves might not be all there. It’s essentially a family-style “Hannibal.” And it’s glorious.

In the pilot episode, there were two quotes that made me fall hard for the show. They’re said by the protagonist, and then by the protagonist and his father. They are:

Bright: “Next time you call someone crazy, ask for their gun first.”

and

Bright: “Dahmer wasn’t that smart. His fridge was so packed with body parts he didn’t even have room for groceries”
Dr. Whitley: “Those were the groceries”

These lines not only made me laugh out loud, but they also endeared me to a show that I was already loving, even a few minutes in. There haven’t been too many more quips like this (minus the one about “taking the fall.” You’ll know what I mean when you watch it), but that doesn’t mean the show isn’t good. On the contrary, it’s not only entertaining, but it’s an informative look into the minds of a psychopath (or, as he puts it, “a predatory sociopath”).

My only issue with the show is that the identity of the second episode’s killer was blatantly obvious, especially if you’ve watched crime dramas before. Still, it did not make the show any less enjoyable.

In conclusion, this is a great show. With heavy influences from “Hannibal,” it is a delicious treat that fans were looking for (pun intended). If you loved (or liked) that show, you will love “Prodigal Son.” Hell, you’ll love it even if you weren’t a “Hannibal” fan. Either way, WATCH THIS SHOW.

“Prodigal Son” airs on FOX Mondays at 9/8c.

Michael Sheen, Prodigal Son, Show, Tom Payne

In Memoriam

Mini Steve was the best hamster anyone could have ever asked for. He was a Chinese Dwarf Hamster, smaller than the palm of your hand. He was a grey-ish brown with a tiny tail he loved to wrap around your finger. His tiny nose was so cute with it’s tickling whiskers.

He didn’t start off as mine. My mother bought him from PetSmart for my nephew Stephen. We bought a really nice glow-in-the-dark cage for him, complete with a section where you could watch him burrow. When we brought him home, my nephew immediately named him Steve, after himself (as children are apt to do). We added the “Mini” to the name to prevent confusion. Stephen loved him and loved to watch him burrow into his bedding. We all loved to hold him, as he was very sweet and docile. In all of the time we had him, he never bit anyone, only nibbled, and then only if your hand smelled like food.

However, as young children do, Stephen got bored of him. Since I was the only one taking care of him, he came to me. I loved that little guy. My cat Murmur loved to watch him run around but never did more than sniff him. I had my boys.

When I got my female kitten, Junebug, she did a little more than sniff. She kept pawing at him and, at one point, even knocked the cage over. Still, we were a big, happy family.

Mini Steve stayed with me, even after I moved to Florida to be with my fiance. We tried to make a different cage to prevent Junebug from knocking it over, but it didn’t work as intended, so we went back to his old home.

I loved him so much. He always came to the door of the cage when I opened it. His favorite treat was sunflower seeds. He was the best.

One day, about a year after we had moved to Florida, I noticed Mini Steve was very lethargic. He wouldn’t eat or drink, no matter what I tried to give him. We began to look into 24-hour emergency vets but couldn’t find one that was nearby and specialized in small mammals. I ended up going to bed, planning on taking him to our local vet once they opened. However, I could barely sleep and kept crying, worried about my little boy. Finally, at around 6am and still dark out, I got up and got him from his cage. He was cold but breathing. In a desperate move, I put him on a heating pad set to low. Then the gasping began.

Once he started struggling to breathe, I knew it was near the end. I started yelling for my fiance, but right before he came out of the bedroom, Mini Steve took his last breath. My baby boy was gone.

After he passed, I trimmed some of his fur to remember him by. In my devastated state, I accidentally cut off some of his skin. I sobbed as I tried to put it back on. Not that it mattered, really, but it mattered to me.

After we got home from work, we went to my in-law’s house to bury him, as we were living in an apartment at the time and couldn’t bury him there. We tried to make the grave look nice. We put up his spare hamster wheel, which was one of his favorite things, and wrote his name on a terracotta plate. It’s still there, 4 years later. The wheel is almost completely gone and the weather took his name off of the plate, but we still visit him from time to time. No matter what, I will always remember my sweet little boy.


Me and my baby boy.

cats, children, Hamster, Junebug, RIP

Made with love by JKC Productions. All rights Reserved.