When I was a little kid, my grandmother lived with us and on Sunday nights, she and I always used to curl up in her big brown armchair and watch Murder, She Wrote. If you’ve never seen it, Murder, She Wrote is a very Grandma-y show because it’s more based around mystery than gore and the adventures were all pretty tame. About fifty minutes of crime-solving and then ten minutes of spirited tea drinking.
Anyway, when I was 6, my grandma passed away and I kind of lost track of the show, but it popped into my head this morning and it made me think about what a weird show it was.
First of all, the show was on for like 264 episodes, and if someone died almost every time, you’ve got to think about what a bloodbath that was. Secondly, what the hell is up with Jessica Fletcher that people are constantly dying around her? She was like a retired English teacher, and somehow she was always getting tangled up in murder! And, somehow, even though she left a massive trail of bodies in her wake, she was never considered a suspect! I have to admit, in the series finale, I half expected the character to have a nervous breakdown and confess “Yes, it was me! One day I was cleaning my glass mouse figurines and I realized life was just so meaningless, I snapped and went on a rampage! Please take mercy on me!” But that never happened, and Jessica Fletcher continued to bumble her way through four subsequent TV movies.
It’s been six years since the last one and I know Angela Lansbury is getting on in years, but I kind of miss hearing her comforting British voice on TV, and I’ve got to wonder – has anyone considered putting her back on the tube in a modernized Dexter-esqe version of the show? Or maybe, because she is older, a tamer spin-off version? It’d be pretty easy. All they’d need to do is just stick to the noun-pronoun-verb formula. Traffic Violation, She Yelped? Larceny, She Gargled? Trafficking, She Sneezed?
C’Mon Angela! We miss you!