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PCP: The Wire

Watching Wednesday #15 – Well, Wire Wins

Through The Wire

Wired for success

The short of it: Despite its obvious age, and the terrifying truth that the aughts are now a sign of age, The Wire’s vulnerable characters make this a sort of odd predecessor to Game of Thrones.

It’s the answer at everyone’s fingertips the moment social media asks about masterpieces of television or Twitter tosses out a poll about favorite shows.

And here I am, years and years later, just deciding to start it on a whim, despite the thousands of internet voices praising it every time I logged on.

No surprise here, it’s dope.

Now, I’d like to say that’s a bad joke on account of the dope-slinging focus in the first season, but the show’s heartbreaking depictions of both the addicts and the dealers make any joke about it far more bitter than I’d like. So for now, that’s just one of my more mediocre mannerisms.

The show’s good. It starts with this immediate jump into the life of the Baltimore Police Department– another victim of the streets to deal with and another soon-to-be-victim of the streets to comfort. Character names fly by, but the faces and voices stick.

 

PCP: True Detective

Watching Wednesday #14 – Wicked West (South)

Tru Dat

The short of it: Sometimes, the crowds are absolutely right. This show deserves every molecule of praise it’s received. 

After resubscribing to HBO for the Game of Thrones revival, I remembered that they only show one episode a week. So in a desperate attempt to kill the wait until the next dose of meaning in my life, I finally watched the first season of True Detective.

Gawddangit.

Eight hours later, I a.) miss Louisiana and b.) need to share this show with everyone.

If, like me, anyone hasn’t watched this show because they’re a big, dumb idiot–

It’s a pair of detectives trying to solve a mysterious occult murder from 1995, with Woody Harrelson is the good ol’ boy Marty Hart and Matthew McConaughey is the brilliant detective with an edge Rust Cohle.

The plot seems standard, but the one really impressive thing about the show is how well it nails everything.

Cary Joji Fukunaga’s direction is nothing short of flawless, peaking with a gorgeous, six minute tracking shot and sustaining the beautiful mystique of the rest of the series. Nic Pizzolatto’s writing is brilliant, despite the fact it took me an episode or two to accept the sheer edginess of some of the dialogue of Cohle. Thankfully, McConaughey’s portrayal saves it from descending into esoteric darkness.

Every setting is a perfect picture of southern Louisiana, from the dingy 90s police stations to the abandoned properties along the bayous. Characters’ accents are easily the most accurate accents I’ve ever heard, with bit characters nailing the dat and dey of Cajun-tinted English.

The intrigue of the occult-tinged murder only deepens as the clues and mysteries add up. It’s terrifying and puzzling– there’s a reason I burned through the series in one go. It demands it. The character progression is as satisfying as the progression on the murder cases.

In a word, it’s killer.