Outlander. 40 minutes of a girly mills and boon laconic wax about how glad a trauma nurse from WWII, is on cruise control after the war ended, is on a second honeymoon with her fuddy duddy husband in the Scottish countryside carrying a mood that I swear was indistinguishable from a rerun of All Creatures Great and Small... Which is when she falls through a wormhole to 1745, and then spends 20 minutes on a horse getting from A to B before the curtain falls and the meat of the story starts week... Well not next week, it was a preview, in a month they'll show the pilot again and then a week later, I'll finally be disappoined by the second episode. Outlander is a new Syfy (barely!) romantic drama made by Starz, so they can be as graphic with language and flesh as they feel like, which they don't seem to feel like, but it's still very, very well made. Clearly some bastard backed up a truck full of money and dumped it all on this project to make sure that everyone behind the camera and in front of the camera were very good at their jobs. I can only assume that I am not the target audience.