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finefoxyladies) wrote2007-06-25 09:15 am
finefoxyladies) wrote2007-06-25 09:15 am
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Living in denial
I made the mistake of starting ep 11 of Deadwood last night at 11:30 p.m.
I finished up the last of Deadwood around 1 a.m. I had to pause the eps a few times to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, stop crying--you know, the uzh.
So instead of focusing on any of that, because maybe I should watch those two eps again one last time to make sure I didn't miss anything, I give the end of Brooklyn South!
True, in quality, it was not comparable to Deadwood. David Milch grew in ambition and un-Bochoness between Brooklyn South and Deadwood. But one area where Brooklyn South is triumphant? The Chest Hair Triangle of Doom aka The Sternum Bush. Obsoive:
Dickie Santoro! I've always loved you, but now my feelings are rather complicated!
Aah. That's better.
Sternum bush with flashy neck badge action!
One more "grr" for the road, Lowery.
One last thrashing of a suspect (ably played to the weaselly hilt by Paul Ben Victor, a 180 from his turn as Vondas, The Greek's lieutenant on The Wire).
After a little "will they/won't they," the series coughs up the inevitable True Love ending: Nona dodges a guilt bullet from Clem's actual-bullet bullet wounds and tracks down our man Lowery, looking intensely foxy in another one of his fine sweaters.
He loves that woman, y'all.
There's the gaggle of boys, minus Santoro, who is probably off dancing so, so sweetly with his lovely preggers wife.
Needless to say, Jack Lowery is the hottest one. Look at that Total Guy Pal pose he's rocking!
I'll miss this show. Deadwood is a different story. One not easily explained with sternum bush.
Sigh.
Anyway, I saw a baby duck paddling around the corporate pond today, yards and yards away from his mom and siblings. He reminded me of my brother, who used to hide out in the tires during recess in Kindergarten to stay out past the bell. Baby ducks!
I finished up the last of Deadwood around 1 a.m. I had to pause the eps a few times to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, stop crying--you know, the uzh.
So instead of focusing on any of that, because maybe I should watch those two eps again one last time to make sure I didn't miss anything, I give the end of Brooklyn South!
True, in quality, it was not comparable to Deadwood. David Milch grew in ambition and un-Bochoness between Brooklyn South and Deadwood. But one area where Brooklyn South is triumphant? The Chest Hair Triangle of Doom aka The Sternum Bush. Obsoive:
Dickie Santoro! I've always loved you, but now my feelings are rather complicated!
Aah. That's better.
Sternum bush with flashy neck badge action!
One more "grr" for the road, Lowery.
One last thrashing of a suspect (ably played to the weaselly hilt by Paul Ben Victor, a 180 from his turn as Vondas, The Greek's lieutenant on The Wire).
After a little "will they/won't they," the series coughs up the inevitable True Love ending: Nona dodges a guilt bullet from Clem's actual-bullet bullet wounds and tracks down our man Lowery, looking intensely foxy in another one of his fine sweaters.
He loves that woman, y'all.
There's the gaggle of boys, minus Santoro, who is probably off dancing so, so sweetly with his lovely preggers wife.
Needless to say, Jack Lowery is the hottest one. Look at that Total Guy Pal pose he's rocking!
I'll miss this show. Deadwood is a different story. One not easily explained with sternum bush.
Sigh.
Anyway, I saw a baby duck paddling around the corporate pond today, yards and yards away from his mom and siblings. He reminded me of my brother, who used to hide out in the tires during recess in Kindergarten to stay out past the bell. Baby ducks!