I was watching Criminal Minds’ season finale from last year.
And basically Dr. Frank-N-Furter killed Agent Fitzgerald.
So, OK, Tim Curry as a) a man and b) an older person doesn’t resemble his Rocky Horror persona, except for the sweep of his mouth really. But Eric Close was playing, instead of an FBI agent, an LA police detective. Consequently, my first thought as I glanced up was, “Is that Martin? It’s Martin!” Same suit, sans the usual beige raincoat. Pretty much the same persona, for as much as you can tell from one episode versus several years of a show.
I was having some difficulty with my suspension of disbelief, except — I was disbelieving he was one fictional character because to me he’s another fictional character.
And can I just say that having just watched part of the series finale of Without a Trace, I’m still annoyed at Jack and Sam. I know it’s often this way in real life, where you deeply love someone but it’s just not going to work, but damnit, sometimes in my escapist TV watching I want a romantic happy ending.
And yes, Criminal Minds and Without a Trace are very much my escapist TV watching. And The First 48, for real stuff. If only A&E would drop the stupid Intervention and Heavy and Dog the Bounty Hunter crap! Relatively serious crime shows, all the time! Yeah!
But anyway. Frank killed Martin. That sucks.
ETA: I looked up Eric Close’s birthdate — he’s less than a month older than I am (hurrah Geminis!). But I was thinking tonight he must be older than I am by the skin on his neck. Moral: Stay out of the sun. (OTOH, we’re the same age and he’s rather more markedly successful than I am, so perhaps I should STFU?)