Friday Nights Lights (via IMDB -- has five episodes so far from this season) was a good touch since it has been an iffy week on media. Two books on interesting subject matter (including polygamy) just was written in a way that I could not handle. One was too graduate school, the other too flowery in a fashion. Annoying. I have read relatively little fiction over the years in part since I generally have trouble finding a style of it I like. Nonfiction can be like that too.
Netflix was not totally ideal either. The Vicar of Dibley second series and final two episodes were a mixed bag. Overall liked the first series about the first female vicar to a small English town, first seeing a bit on PBS (and not the main channel), later seeing the first six episodes on a DVD from the library. Amusing show, but one comment somewhere was correct: it got a bit too focused on the main character and at times went for the cheap joke. Often the most charming part was the final bit after the credits, where the vicar tells a joke to her "verger," who never gets it. By chance, the profane farmer character once guest starred on Doc Martin. These shows eventually always run together.
I just saw a good movie that I first watched in a charming theater downtown near a bridge. The Sticky Fingers of Time (there are five fingers you see -- the past, present, future, what might have been and might still be), the director of which later making another film I later watched. IMDB will tell you what one. Creative indie this one is with a perfect sense of style and character. And, soy milk isn't that bad. You just need to get the right kind.
Time passes. The theater is no longer there, nor the time. The 1990s are no more.