George brings the pain, volume 1.(Seriously...man can make me cry like nobody else writing today. And yet, I am a huge fan and buy everything he writes. Either he's great, or I'm twisted. Or, you know, all of the above.) Which does remind me of Season Four, actually.
Because I'm weeping copiously, at the end, and my mother is watching me, like, cry for humanity, and she's asking "This is this thing you ran up our cable bills for?"
And I'm like "It's great. I love it. Mostly."
If we weren't about fifteen years too late, and alone in the house, we could have been a lifetime movie for teens, "But I Love Him: One Girl's Sick Crime-Writing Passion"
But it's the funniest shit that ever kicked me in the gut really hard.
The part that kills me is that the guys at Blown Deadline say that that part guts them too, still.
Which makes me hate the occasional Community Activist that posts in their blogs about Simon getting rich off the black man, and etc.
Man, this show sure knows how to take a potentially happy ending and turn it into something entirely bittersweet. And put in a shitload of callbacks while it's doing it.
I can't believe that after all this shit, Avon Barksdale gets 7 years and
D'Angelo
gets TWENTY. Goddammit. He was a good kid. And he was
this
close to getting out of it all okay. Damn you, D'Angelo's mom.
And after all those sentences...business still proceeds as usual, with Stringer in charge. What did they really accomplish?
And Bubbs is back to his old self again! He was clean for a whole THREE DAYS, you guys. That's big for him!
And are we supposed to assume that it was, in fact, Judge Phelan who leaked the Gant story to the news all those episodes ago?
I assume Herc's and Carver's money-grubbing hands are going to get caught at some point.
Geez, about the only good thing that happened was that Lester's back in Homicide where he belongs.
Well, and Omar's triumphant return. That was pretty sweet. I love his whistling. It reminds me of
M.
This show makes me sad for America. Possibly even angry.
Dude, are you mainlining the show?
Well, you're doing it right.
About the one smart guy I met on HBO.com told me once that for Simon et al, happy endings are for massage parlors. But that's not quite right...very often you will see tiny green shoots among the garbage.(Did I mention they are very small? Yeah.)
Fandom freaked DS out. which was the enjoyable part of hbo.com.(Yes, I'm a starfucker and quit when I didn't see The Man around anymore. Slap the bracelets on me now, but really the coup de grace was when the right-wing Wirefiend...what was THAT about, kept locking me in the quagmire of psycho war debates. The stupid, it burned.
Mainlining is the best way to do the show. At least at first.
This show makes me sad for America. Possibly even angry.
Keep going, man.
Whoa, dude, stay off the corners. For real.
I'm completely obsessed and only watch two at a time.
Not me. When we first watched the show, we went through Seasons 1 & 2 in about two weeks. I've rewatched both of them at least three times since, and it seems to always get richer.
I guess it took me a while to adjust to all the ways "It's not TV," My brain gets full. In a good way, but... and especially after a thing like Wallace, I would need a moment to shake my fist and be all "Simon, you bastard!" Because that kind of communication is essential in an open spousal delusion, don't you think?
