I wish Dustin Hoffman would stop taunting me.
Him with his lovely background piano background music, standing on some skyscraper rooftop with that faraway look in his eyes. It's the kind of look I get when I find out there's apple tart in the oven for later, all slavering anticipation and distraction.
The ad bothers me, mainly because I have a problem with my favourite actors chasing the marketing dollar but MAINLY because I want that Sky Atlantic dealie and UPC are providing me with the Living channel and 'Mike And Molly' instead.
I want 'Boardwalk Empire' and new 'Entourage' and the fifth series of 'Mad Men' and that thing with Tom Selleck's moustache in it, not to mention 'Treme,' and I hold no truck with using the interstream for such ends. No Wi-Fi here, just my trusty Vodafone flash drive that's good for the Gmail but not so much for the streaming.
Fuck off Dustin, you superannuated sellout, you've fallen far from Ted Kramer and Carl Bernstein and I'm left waiting for box-sets I can ill afford, but will pay for anyway, to arrive some time around the next November whiteout.