Just saw the first episode of this season's Deadwood, and it's a (expletive deleted)ing (expletive deleted)er. Best show on TV (when The Wire is on hiatus, that is).

See, I almost want to see it just for the whitefont.

Watched Slap Shot tonight.

Have decided Michael Ontkean has aged freakishly well, as Twin Peaks era MO looked virtually identical to Slap Shot MO (causing disconcerting Sheriff Truman moments, esp. during the strip tease on ice) and the most recent pictures I've seen of him don't look much older. (And he's pushing or has pushed past 60. I think it's a fluke of that almost-handsome bone structure or something.)

Lindsay Crouse I only recognized by the credits. She looked so young and full-cheeked! A far cry from Maggie Walsh.

This had been on my to-watch list for, literally, years, and I'm glad it finally made its way to the top of the Netflix queue. It's very much a product of its time, but the moments that made me laugh (and there were many) had me fairly helpless.

Watched Slap Shot tonight.

Great movie! There's a Canadian punk band that named themselves The Hanson Brothers (....uh, after the characters in the move, before the band Hanson - which was comprised of brothers).

I keep my expectations for fantasy/scifi/action movies low, so I'm usually entertained well enough by Pretty! and Big! and Boom!

Worked for me on X3. (We took the day off yesterday. Thought we'd need it to recover from helping friends get their house ready to sell. Plans changed.)

Hmmm. The Brattle Theater (which got another year's lease on life in February) is going to be showing PANDORA'S BOX in July. I may have to check that out - it's not often a Louise Brooks film makes the rounds.

They are also showing GILDA, which I may have to check out as well, as I've seen selected clips from it for years.

The Brattle Theater (which got another year's lease on life in February) is going to be showing PANDORA'S BOX in July.

Oooh, ENVY. I've seen a bunch of Louise Brooks, but never on anything bigger than a television screen. Pandora's Box should be stunning.

Corwood, you arrogant taunting cocksucker.(It is way too fucking early in the fucking day to bring the Swearingen, though. Even if I am a gimp among right-wing hoopleheads. Which is a fucking trial to my very soul, as I'm sure you can appreciate, through your clever wisecracks. ) But I've got to forgive because you get the Wire love. And in actual fact, probably it won't make much sense as I've just started season 2. Just messing with you dawg...we cool, right? My friend Dre and I want Heather H. at Salon to do a cornerboy column someday. Then I can take back all the bitchy stuff I think about her column. Even if she is still no Joyce Millman.

Corwood, you arrogant taunting cocksucker

You need to catch up, NOW. On this brilliant fucking show in which sudden violence and carefully crafted intrigue (interwoven with language that would give Shakespeare a cockstand) flow like mother's milk to a suckling babe, last night's episode gave us the viewers the most insane, ballsy, provocative, breathtaking act ever seen in Deadwood (which is, as I say, truly a microcosm of humanity) in the form of one man drinking another man's whiskey. My jaw hit the floor and I said "HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!" out loud before I caught myself. Any show that can demonstrate the inner workings of power struggles with such clarity and vision deserves a goddamn Nobel Prize, not the crude assfucking its corporate overlords dealt it this month.

language that would give Shakespeare a cockstand flow like mother's milk to a suckling babe

That's a gorgeous thing, right there.

::claps::

::goes off to cry that we don't currently have HBO and I am MISSING THE SHOW::

::claps::

I'd take a bow, but my paltry attempts to write Milch-speak pale next to the master's. And there's always ways to see the show, hint hint, even if they are not endorsed by the louse-bitten horsefuckers at HBO, let alone the authorities in Yankton and beyond.