Another show I have enjoyed on cable TV is The Closer, even though I cringe every time Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson says, “Thank yew so muuuuch” in a Southern accent unlike any I have ever heard.
My friends and I refer to her as Brendah, in deference to the honey coating on her vocal chords. (Yes, we occasionally e-mail about the show, embarrassing as that is to admit. )
The show is so perfectly cast and Brenda’s vintage wardrobe so fascinating that I would probably watch even if it had no plot. Unlike most police dramas, there are few physical altercations, except for Brenda’s weekly arm wrestles with her oversized purse.
What other show has writers who come up with lines like these:
Your choice, Charlie. Museum with Grandma…….. or psychotic murder suspect with Aunt Brenda?”
Sgt. Gabriel: You brought your cat to a crime scene?
Chief Johnson: It’s not my cat, it just lives with me and eats at my house.
Brenda Leigh Johnson: We are running him down the flagpole and that’s all that there is to it. If you want to examine the body, you may do so after I’m done.
[Albert’s body comes crashing through the window]
Brenda Leigh Johnson: I’m done.
Brenda Leigh Johnson: If you don’t mind, Lieutenant, I like to have the answers before I ask questions.
Kyra Sedgwick (Brenda) has decided that the coming seventh season will be the last, a blow to my Monday night routine. What will I do with that hour every week?
What will SHE do with all of that spare time? Both of her children are off at college now. Will reigning as world champion of the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon be enough for her?
When I expressed my disappointment to a friend, she sent this video to show me that the show may still have life.
It’s just not the same. I’d take psychotic murder suspects with Aunt Brendah any day.