After watching it ceaselessly, a few years ago I stopped watching Jeopardy (perhaps too much of a good thing, the way that piece of chocolate you talk yourself into having despite having had enough already). I went back, of course. Jeopardy isn't only a game show, and it isn't just a television program; it is a way to test yourself, and a way to enjoy knowing how much you know and a way to challenge yourself to know yet more. It is an indulgence.
A few weeks ago I got onto the internet and looked up something about it, and found reference to a book entitled Prisoner of Trebekistan in the Wikipedia article about the show. It was fun to read, for the most part; it also made me cringe, and not just for how obsessive Bob Harris got, but also at my own preoccupation with the show.
Puzzle I found on the shelves of my local library, last Friday, when I went looking for films to watch. I had never heard of it. Perhaps someone who watches Jeopardy obsessively enjoys this quirky film more then other people. Quirky understates matters: for the first three quarters of an hour so very little happens that I found myself wanting to turn it off. Yet something told me to be patient. Quite suddenly a lot happens, hurtling across the screen with a reciprocal hurry to the slowness of the first half. The acting is wonderful. It's worth watching. I enjoyed it.
I didn't bother with the other two films.