Monk
IT’S A JUNGLE
OUT THERE
"I’m not going to make food in somebody else’s toaster! Unless I’m wrong, that’s how the Bubonic Plague got started."
-- Adrian Monk
I’m extremely late to this party, but since the last few years gave us the opportunity to binge every show ever made, I’m now at Monk. And I have one question...
What took me so long?
After the unsolved murder of his beloved wife, Trudy, former San Francisco police detective Adrian Monk becomes obsessively obsessive-compulsive. He’s also brilliant and can see clues that no one else can — including the actual cops, like the curmudgeonly Captain Leland Stottlemeyer and the empty-headed Lieutenant Randy Disher. So he consults with the assistance of his assistants, first nurse (and fellow Jersey girl) Sharona Fleming, then toothpaste heiress turned gal Friday, Natalie Teeger.
Monk is a modern day Sherlock Holmes with a paralyzing fear of germs. (Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!) He wanders around each crime scene with his hands up, as if to frame the pieces which add up to a full picture only he can see. A hunch always tells him “he’s the guy” (and occasionally, the girl), until the Edison bulb goes off in his beautiful brain and he declares, “Here’s what happened!”
If you like murder mysteries without the gory details, Monk is for you. You’ll thank me later.
IT’S A GIFT AND A CURSE
Quirky doesn’t even begin to describe Mr. Monk. He’s a man with many one-of-a-kind Monkish behaviors. You know you’re a Monk if…
You have 312 phobias including germs, needles, snakes, heights, dentists, vomiting, blankets, rodeos, glaciers and milk
You boil water to brush your teeth
You vacuum the ceiling
You touch every pole you pass
You have a photographic memory
You are obsessed with symmetry
You eat square pancakes
You only drink Sierra Springs bottled water and buy it by the palette
Your nickname was “Captain Cool” in college because you defrosted the freezer every week
Your favorite number is 10