I have always had an uncomfortable relationship with the much-loved television classic M*A*S*H. (Or should I spell it M*A*S*H?) I don’t like Alan Alda. No! I’m just kidding. What I don’t like about M*A*S*H is so obvious I missed it. Every line is a punchline and that is very, very tiresome. I will give it credit for being a successful “dramedy”, even being a dark comedy, but as I think about the series, I think M*A*S*H ran about five seasons too long.
The creators of M*A*S*H relied on real stories from the Korean War (and some from World War II) to create the initial series. After that the series became something of a critique of war, the Cold War, and the pitfalls of bureaucratic hypocrisy, but that narrative was run and rerun for too long. M*A*S*H exposes the risk of mix mingling comedy and drama. Once the point is made, it is made.
For the rest of tonight I think I will cozy up with a few magazines and books, tune into a movie or two, and relax. I did enjoy a fantastic dinner. (I should have taken a picture.) I made light balsamic sauce for pasta and served it with steamed fresh vegetables and sliced ripe tomatoes. And the coup de grace (wait…is that what I mean?) was a bottle of Brunello di Montalcino.
Ah, sweet rich Brunello. The king of wines. Almost too good and increasingly too expensive, I decided to indulge. Sadly I also decided to watch M*A*S*H , but what the hell? For all I know the fine dinner and the glass of Brunello cleared my head enough to figure out what I instinctively knew all along: I really don’t like M*A*S*H all that much.
What have you got tonight?