Deadwood is the best thing that has ever been on TV. It is the winner over My So Called Life. I Love Lucy. Project Runway.and Big Love. And since we do not have HBO, the next best thing is that Gary brought home the first DVD of the 3rd Season. So I can have Deadwood, Deadwood, Deadwood, all the time. The marathon began last night, after the loud half hour of fireworks blocking booming stereo music which worked, you are welcome Ruby.
Just one reason I love Deadwood. Al Swearengen says, "In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another." I am not even a quoter, but I love Deadwood writing more than any writing in the world. Everyone says things like this. You have to watch every episode twice to hear exactly what they all say because every word is so perfect.
I love the mud and the sets and the lighting and Charlie Utter and Calamity Jane and Doc and Trixie and Joanie Stubb's hat. I love that Richardson is a wizened toothless deer antler worshiping bitch to EB Farnum. Last year's ranch buying exploits, that still have me cursing Exactly Like Al Swearengen included an actual Deadwood house on the ranch. That just made the kick in the ass of not getting it that much more stinging and swollen.
There are no dogs on Deadwood. Frequent horses. And horse related deaths, ie the tragic death of the son of the brother of Seth Bullock. It's not for everyone, I actually know people who do not even like Deadwood.
In a weekend with no dog agility, thank god for Deadwood.
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