Laziest weekend ever
Happy Sunday the 13th, friends! Yesterday was 12 of 12.
And an announcement in two parts:
1. I finished The Wire.
What can I say that hasn't already been said? It's brilliant. It's epic, and yet intimate. It broke my heart into tiny pieces, but I loved it anyway. It caused me to feel feelings, and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm happy to have my Netflix queue and my emotional well-being back, but I'll miss the Western and all its friend and enemies. I'm surprisingly sad to see it end.
So, can we discuss Season Five as the worst individual season but also a perfect ending to the series? I didn't care much for the Sun storyline--Gus and Alma and the cute reporter who bonded with Bubbles can stay, but everybody else was so tedious--and I didn't exactly buy Jimmy and Lester's fake serial killer scheme, though I found myself caught up in it later on, just like everybody else, I suppose. But everything else, everything that had grown out of the rest of the series--Michael and Dukie and Bubbles and Jimmy and Beatie and Bunk and Omar and Marlo and the co-op--was just perfect.
Every time I see a picture of Randy, I tear up. I wanted SO BADLY for Carver to take him.
And don't even get me started on Dukie and his newfound Bubbles haircut/lifestyle, and the heartbreak he's caused me.
But then Michael became the new Omar! Which is not exactly great, but is still GREAT.
Speaking of Omar, the truest thing my brother told me about The Wire is that all character deaths would take place when I least expected them. That was un-called for, right? A man's got to have a code, KENARD.
(Terrible person alert: Kenard is not funny. At ALL. I realize this. But before Omar happened, that kid's total commitment to the obscenities in is lines occasionally cracked me up in a totally inappropriate way. He's just so tiny and foul-mouthed, okay?)
I started this show in a headspace where Lance Reddick was that totally creepy guy from Lost and Fringe, but now he's just Daniels, with a good heart and a crazy body, who loves Rhonda, the Gravedigger from Bones.
(Also, wow, Rhonda was totally the weak link on this show, acting-wise, but I loved her bargaining scenes with Levy at the end.)
Is it bad that, even with the John Muir beard, I still think Prez is totally cute? Also, Carver. Also, um, Bubbles? Like, minus the drugs. Obviously.
I know a lot of people aren't into Season Two, but I loved it. It stands alone, but it's an interesting subculture and I'm glad they held it up against the corner culture. Also, did you know that Nicky Sobotka is Liev Schreiber's (hotter) little brother? And I'm still sad about Ziggy's duck.
Bunk and Jimmy may just be my new OTP. I love those guys. Remember that time Bunk tried to burn his clothes? That was fun.
I loved Avon and Stringer and the totally organic way in which their friendship imploded.
I also loved Marlo taking over the co-op without anybody even realizing it. Oops?
I think, ultimately, my favorite character is Bubbles.
On the other hand, I watched some of the special features, where cast members named their favorite characters--and somebody named Breanna Barksdale and Namond's scary mom. In a sense, I have to agree. I find them both reprehensible, oddly recognizable, and totally compelling.
Which I guess is kind of how this show rolls. Reprehensible, oddly recognizable, totally compelling.
Oh, show. What do we do after this?
2. It's time to start Buffy.
And an announcement in two parts:
1. I finished The Wire.
What can I say that hasn't already been said? It's brilliant. It's epic, and yet intimate. It broke my heart into tiny pieces, but I loved it anyway. It caused me to feel feelings, and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm happy to have my Netflix queue and my emotional well-being back, but I'll miss the Western and all its friend and enemies. I'm surprisingly sad to see it end.
So, can we discuss Season Five as the worst individual season but also a perfect ending to the series? I didn't care much for the Sun storyline--Gus and Alma and the cute reporter who bonded with Bubbles can stay, but everybody else was so tedious--and I didn't exactly buy Jimmy and Lester's fake serial killer scheme, though I found myself caught up in it later on, just like everybody else, I suppose. But everything else, everything that had grown out of the rest of the series--Michael and Dukie and Bubbles and Jimmy and Beatie and Bunk and Omar and Marlo and the co-op--was just perfect.
Every time I see a picture of Randy, I tear up. I wanted SO BADLY for Carver to take him.
And don't even get me started on Dukie and his newfound Bubbles haircut/lifestyle, and the heartbreak he's caused me.
But then Michael became the new Omar! Which is not exactly great, but is still GREAT.
Speaking of Omar, the truest thing my brother told me about The Wire is that all character deaths would take place when I least expected them. That was un-called for, right? A man's got to have a code, KENARD.
(Terrible person alert: Kenard is not funny. At ALL. I realize this. But before Omar happened, that kid's total commitment to the obscenities in is lines occasionally cracked me up in a totally inappropriate way. He's just so tiny and foul-mouthed, okay?)
I started this show in a headspace where Lance Reddick was that totally creepy guy from Lost and Fringe, but now he's just Daniels, with a good heart and a crazy body, who loves Rhonda, the Gravedigger from Bones.
(Also, wow, Rhonda was totally the weak link on this show, acting-wise, but I loved her bargaining scenes with Levy at the end.)
Is it bad that, even with the John Muir beard, I still think Prez is totally cute? Also, Carver. Also, um, Bubbles? Like, minus the drugs. Obviously.
I know a lot of people aren't into Season Two, but I loved it. It stands alone, but it's an interesting subculture and I'm glad they held it up against the corner culture. Also, did you know that Nicky Sobotka is Liev Schreiber's (hotter) little brother? And I'm still sad about Ziggy's duck.
Bunk and Jimmy may just be my new OTP. I love those guys. Remember that time Bunk tried to burn his clothes? That was fun.
I loved Avon and Stringer and the totally organic way in which their friendship imploded.
I also loved Marlo taking over the co-op without anybody even realizing it. Oops?
I think, ultimately, my favorite character is Bubbles.
On the other hand, I watched some of the special features, where cast members named their favorite characters--and somebody named Breanna Barksdale and Namond's scary mom. In a sense, I have to agree. I find them both reprehensible, oddly recognizable, and totally compelling.
Which I guess is kind of how this show rolls. Reprehensible, oddly recognizable, totally compelling.
Oh, show. What do we do after this?
2. It's time to start Buffy.