Having binge watched the first two seasons on Netflix, my wife is now reduced to a single weekly episode of Outlander. The hugely popular historical time travel series is in its third season, with a promise of a fourth to follow.
When she watched it on Netflix, Spanish being her first language, she took advantage of the English subtitles to decipher the often thick Scottish accent and 1700’s vocabulary. I’m not certain if the W Network offers subtitles. Although, I must admit that in addition to learning some Scottish words including aye, nae, and bairn she has mastered the program’s catch phrase “I am Sassenach”, Gaelic for outlander. I know because she says it several times
an hour a day!
I have watched bits and pieces of a few episodes but have not been bitten by the Outlander bug. This is not surprising, as I have never really been able to grasp books or films that include time travel or fantasy. I just can’t suspend reality; could never understand the appeal of mind altering drugs. When I read a book and come upon a character walking through a wall or, as is the case of the Outlander, a stone, I lose interest. I have to believe things are possible.
As I sit watching the lead female character, Claire Fraser, prepare for and discuss her intended return to 1740’s Scotland I can’t help but find myself thinking about Mr Peabody and his Wayback Machine! (And of course his boy Sherman.)
Although I would be remiss if I did not mention that time travel nudity is just as pleasing to the eye as present day – of course I mean Outlander, not Mr. Peabody and Sherman.