Oh, the delicious man-pain worthy of Harry Bosch
Ahem.
Just started watching the "Wallander" BBC series. Kenneth Branagh couldn't be more perfect in his beautiful, wrenching pain. He cries real tears that drip down his unshaven jaw, drinks too much, won't eat properly even when nagged by his lovely daughter, won't reveal his true self to anyone, still wants his dad's approval even in his creaky middle age, he loves even when he's betrayed, and on and on and on.
Oh, and the desolate Swedish landscapes, the constant roar of the Baltic Sea (well, it sounds like a roar to me), the evil and dirty secrets of the populace. The mysteries are delicious, juicy, little bites of suspense, keeping me on the edge of my well-worn sofa.
*squee over and out*
Just started watching the "Wallander" BBC series. Kenneth Branagh couldn't be more perfect in his beautiful, wrenching pain. He cries real tears that drip down his unshaven jaw, drinks too much, won't eat properly even when nagged by his lovely daughter, won't reveal his true self to anyone, still wants his dad's approval even in his creaky middle age, he loves even when he's betrayed, and on and on and on.
Oh, and the desolate Swedish landscapes, the constant roar of the Baltic Sea (well, it sounds like a roar to me), the evil and dirty secrets of the populace. The mysteries are delicious, juicy, little bites of suspense, keeping me on the edge of my well-worn sofa.
*squee over and out*