Code Blue for Polaroid

At our house, we watch "House." Actually, I provide the running, snide commentary as we watch it, much to the annoyance of the others who are trying to enjoy it. EVERY SINGLE EPISODE OF HOUSE starts with someone collapsing. Throughout the next 45 minutes, House and his crew of genius doctors-in-training proceed to exhaust every possible remedy as they change the diagnosis six times, torturing and often killing the patient briefly. Toward the end, as House is talking to someone about a sub-plot that is completely unrelated to the mysterious case of the collapsing, dying patient, he stops in mid-sentence with a puzzled gleam in his eye. Something he has just said holds the answer to the mystery. He then rushes off to order the magic surgery/drug/treatment that will end the baffling case. (With animated body inner-workings diagrams coinciding with House's narration of the simple diagnosis to his crew.) Then he leaves the building, lonely, hurting and still angry, but ever-so-slightly buoyed as some bluesy piano or guitar follows him into the rain/wind/snow/dark of night.

Anyway, here's Hugh Laurie (who does an excellent job of disguising his English origins on the show) looking super-80s in an old commercial for Polaroid, a dying patient.