When Life on Mars first aired, it felt less like a TV show and more like a collective fever dream for middle-aged Brits. The premise — a copper from the 2000s wakes up in 1973 — shouldn’t have worked. Yet somehow, amid the flares, the casual sexism, and the smoking indoors, it captured something we’d all been quietly missing: clarity. Gene Hunt wasn’t subtle, but at least you knew where you … [Read more...]