I loved True Detective. I’m still reading articles about how the show will end and all the speculation surrounding it. Heck, they could interview anyone who was on set, even if it was just for a day, and I’d probably read that.
Here’s the Vulture’s interview with the production designer talking about the effort that went into building Carcosa. It’s amazing.
Just watched The Promise, a new documentary about Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town. I have mixed feelings. I’ll be writing about it for Fancast.com this week.
But I can’t help but feel like it’s a baseball-centric Entourage, with Johnny Drama in the lead role.
Having said that, I enjoyed Eastbound and Down this morning. Stayed up way too late watching TV last night. Mad Men, Boardwalk Empire and Eastbound and Down in one night? How am I supposed to catch up on Bored to Death? Do people still watch that? Or is that borne of an Anderson guilt complex in me, whereby I really want to like anything that reads as an homage to Truffaut?
Also, can someone explain to me why the Boardwalk Empire intro is like Deadliest Catch, but with bottles instead of crabs?
It’s way too late on a school night for me to really dig into everything I thought about while watching David Simon’s latest opus, “Treme,” on HBO. What I have been collecting, however, are other peoples’ feelings about the show and I am positively fascinated by the response.
I’ll start with the obvious. Lots of people hated the show! For all sorts of reasons! Some of them deserved, some not so much! I’m sympathetic; I enjoyed ‘The Wire’ plenty, but only after my wife convinced me of its brilliance and even then I harbored some angst about the cult of David Simon. He’s arrogant! Read this great post-mortem with the essential Alan Sepinwall and you’ll see what I mean.
There are more glib, entertaining responses to the show. I loved the Awl’s shouting match. It embodies my internal dialogue — yes, dialogue — on the show almost too perfectly to admit.
I adored David Raposa’s plea to reconsider troubled academic Creighton Burnette, even if I never especially cared for his character, particularly because, as a recovering academic who labored in the language arts, I can understand his passion for others to share his view, to see the city as he does, to experience it in the rich body of work that has been produced in and about New Orleans.
The only conclusion I can safely draw from all of this is that I need to watch the entire series again, as soon as possible, probably between episodes of “Mad Men” and “Deadliest Catch” or whatever you watch in the summer months that isn’t Step Brothers on on demand.
(It goes without saying that I’m one of those people who LUUURRVEES THE MUSICCCCCC. I listen to it often via the Songs from Treme Tumblr, which I run through trntbl here.)