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.

even if they are not endorsed by the louse-bitten horsefuckers at HBO, let alone the authorities in Yankton and beyond

Heh. You are *really* good at Milch-speak.

I must say, Jane's history lesson about Custer had me nosing my beverage.

Yep, I'm watching the new season. Of course, I've only seen selected bits of the prior two, but I figure while I've got the interest, I may as well watch the new stuff (and catch up on the old as quickly as I can).

Frank: no kidding. That scene was freakin' awesome, and not just because it was funny as hell, but how it played perfectly into the reality of one of the most damaged people on a show about a town full of damaged people.

You are *really* good at Milch-speak

I thank you, but, seriously, some of the things that pop out of Swearingen's or Farnum's mouths are the linguistic equivalent of watching Chinese acrobats turn themselves into pretzels.

I know. Sometimes I don't understand. And when I do understand, I'm both impressed and appalled at the same exact moment.(And that brain's been on Drugs and almost died. Bad news for those egg-frying cocksuckers, huh?) Language in the Simonverse is challenging too, but he's not trying to be the Bard of Balmer.