In spite of some good moments, I'm already convinced, two-thirds of the way through Series 5, that I'll probably never watch it again. I didn't even reach the end of 'Mad Men', though. 'Hill Street Blues' is far better TV, with its ethnic characters conflicting and bouncing off one another. The endless cursing of 'The Sopranos' begins to grate after a while. Far too much like being back at school where kids thought spitting through their teeth was somehow 'hard'.
I suppose the greatest problem, for me, is I can't stand the leading character and keep wanting to shake Meadow till her teeth rattle.
Yet I can watch 'The Godfather' and 'The French Connection' at least once every couple of years with undiminished pleasure.
Bada bing!
Absolutely on impulse, I ordered Series One of 'Shades Of Blue'. Anyone watched it? Rather liked Drea whatsername - 'Adriana' - and she plays a detective, I think.
Just finished 'The Sopranos'. Anyone understand the ending? Pass me another onion ring? Now the boxes get put away and we get back to 'Hill Street Blues'.
They eat something. Meadow can't park her car for shit. Tony puts some junk on the jukebox. An anonymous guy appears to be on his way to take a leak. Carm and A.J. sit around looking - well, pretty much like they always look.
Compare that with the perfect ending to 'The Godfather'. The guys gather round Michael and the door closes on Kay. Even Scorsese did better than that in his (very irritating) movies.
I hope 'Breaking Bad', 'The Wire' and all the other shit I've got stacked up on Amazon are better.
A few years ago, a guy, a plumber serving our boiler, talked about feeling 'pumped up' after watching some Tarantino bollocks. Dangerous.
'Wingtips and loafers... up the ass...' Now that amused me. Dr. Melfi, when she belatedly sees through Tony's macho bullshit.
'Shades Of Blue', an impulse buy from the excellent Momox, is turning out to be very good indeed (aside from the crappy incidental music). Jennifer Lopez is hot stuff, Ray Liotta menacing, Drea de Matteo (from 'The Sopranos') highly believable in a virtually non-glamour role. Set in NYC for all you late-night cop show devotees.
The search for Jimmy Hoffa goes on.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-59346106
When visiting Washington DC we stumbled across the Teamsters HQ (the Marble Palace) literally a stone’s throw from the Capitol Building. It must have been handy for Hoffa when he wanted to put two fingers up at Bobby Kennedy.
We'll need a change of pace by Christmas. Back to the Marx Brothers, early Hitchcock, mid-period Woody Allen, Ealing, Powell and Pressburger. Just the two of us at home now so we don't have to sit through 'Doctor Who' or Disney.