I was gonna say, pick any two celebrities to engage in a hot three-way with you.
Who are they?
But enough of that.
How about, my top-ten bloggers I’d like to nail? Ok, make it a top N. I know I’ve got a list of those for damned sure. But then, they’re mostly on my blogroll.
Fine. Enough with the top lists. I’m one step from fucking quizilla here.
I had more to write here but I just burned the hell out of my hand. Never lift pan straight out of a 400 degree oven with bare hands, I tell ya. Anyway, the biggest blister is right where I rest my hand when I type, so I need a couple talwin before going on.
Nevermind the typos. I’ll fix them later. Talwin doesn’t help my typing.
However, Talwin and Carnivàle? Good combination. Carnivàle is pretty fucking hallucinogenic already.
I watched this show last season from the first episode. The first was great, totally weird, a sort of weird that seemed to lurk just out of plain sight. Like something in the corner of your eye you can’t ever quite focus on. It had this bizarre darkness-just-below-the-surface quality like David Lynch. Almost a Tim Powers magic-in-the-mundane.
The pilot was fantastic, but the rest of the season sort of hit and missed. Some episodes seemed off track, and the narrative was inconsistent, sometimes moving forward, sometimes not. Cool, weird, sometimes spooky, sometimes just confusing. I liked it, and wanted more, but sometimes had trouble deciding if it was actually good.
This season, it’s good. Really, really good.
They finally seem to have a clear vision of the story they’re telling. It’s moving. It’s roaring along. And they seem to have gotten a consistent vision with the people making it. Writers, directors, cinematographers; it has a consistent look and feel, a consistent pace.
And it’s fucking creepy. Not vaguely creepy, maybe-something-is-wrong-maybe-not, but outright creepy. Bugs-crawling-up-your-spine creepy. Nightmare creepy.
I just watched last week’s episode, and there’s a scene (the mask maker) that’s going to creep into my skull and fuck with my dreams. Twisted, sick shit.
I love this show. It just keeps getting cooler. The dialog is incredibly well written, the cast seem to have all found their characters. Michael J. Anderson, who plays Samson, told us more about his character with one look tonight; one of those looks that says don’t fuck with me, trust me, you really don’t want to fuck with me. Great shit.
And of course, I have a great weakness for the Tarot. I’m not sure why; maybe it’s, again, Tim Powers. He featured the Tarot heavily in Last Call. But I love the imagery, the implication of something that lurks behind the cards. This show uses the Tarot images to great effect.
I want the episodes to go on. Most shows, when the hour is up, I’m ready. I’m done. This, an hour, a really long hour because it’s HBO and an hour means no commercials, I’m still sitting going wait, wait, don’t end, I want more.
I don’t know how many episodes we’re getting. HBO seasons are always too short. But I can’t wait for each week.
And you know, a small handfull of prescription medications? It only makes it better. I’m suddenly thinking, hellucinogenics and a Carnivàle marathon? That sounds like a great idea.