Interesting look at a Supermax prison … as awful as you can imagine it. Caged animals go barking mad, and it doesn’t help that they are all psychotic to start. The noise on the cellblock is incredible, the fluorescent lights always on, 23 hours a day alone in the cell … it has to be a fate worse than death. Interviews with some very articulate prisoners whom you are relieved are locked up forever.
The prisoners opened up with Kristi Jacobs… she’s an attractive woman.
Dramatic re-enactments of true stories from Florida. I watched the first 23-minute-long episode which was about a gentleman whose arm was bitten off by an alligator. He miraculously survived three days in a swamp before finally being rescued by a passer-by.
This is exploitative TV, making fun of dumb, foul-mouthed, poor white people who have had some tragedy befall them. You’re supposed to laugh at them and marvel at their stupidity, I suppose. I wasn’t into it. Pass.
Watched episode one of this and wasn’t thrilled… with the amount that Amy Adams drank, there’s no way she would be standing, let alone functioning. She wouldn’t look that good either. Vodka out of the water bottle combined with steady diet of Parliaments means old lady quick.
Amy is a reporter, haunted by some childhood trauma, maybe something to do with a dead sister, and now she’s back in her home town, reporting on some missing / murdered girls … it’s based in Missouri of all places.
This has strong girl vibes… the writer is a woman, the director is a woman, it stars a woman, the co-stars are women. I don’t think I’m going to continue this one. Amy Adams and her remaining weird little sister are definitely pretty, but that’s not enough for me to continue watching.
Winslet has a nice man-face with pretty eyes, but she has sort of a heavy bod like a rugby player. I thought she was a Hollywood nepo baby, but she isn’t .. and she’s British! Anyway she’s a police detective in some dying PA town southwest of Philadelphia (Delaware county). I love the way she pronounced “go” and “home.” I don’t know if that’s a Philly-area accent they were all faking, but it amused me.
I watched ALL seven episodes of this for some reason. It wasn’t terrible, but also not great. There are some red herrings and an ultimate twist. I laughed every time a bottle of beer was cracked open. Yuengling of course, and Rolling Rock.
Winslet’s daughter Siobahn reminded me of Jeanne Naujeck, a pretty girl I went to school with. They made her a lesbian and sort of glossed over the homosexual stuff. She had a hot high yellow girlfriend who attended Haverford College, which is a school like Hamtech, a little Ivy I guess.
Let’s see, what else do I remember about this show? I waited a day to write about it and have forgotten everything, which may be a sign. Oh, Guy Pearce is in it, and it deeply disturbed be how he sucked on a bottle of beer, like he was sucking on one of Kate’s tits, which he no doubt did.
Ah, Lori Ross was also in it… she was Esther Randolph in Boardwalk Empire, but I’ve seen her in something else and still can’t place her. She is a talented actress unlike Kate, who mainly relies on the mouth twist to express emotion, just like the worst actress of all time: Kristen Stewart.
This is not good enough to recommend, yet I inexplicably sat through seven hours of it. Walked on treadmill, not sat, but you know what I mean.
Tom Harelip Burke plays a private dick in contemporary London … stories apparently based on J.K. Rowling books she wrote under a pseudonym, and originally a BBC production? … they give old Tom a CGI stump leg (lost in Afghanistan) and a rock star dad … he has a pretty, perky temp who becomes his partner in the business … made it through the first episode, but no interest in continuing since it’s formula TV, and I have 285 Original HBO series to work my way through by year-end.
I re-watched this recently and it holds up well. It was released in January 2012, but was cancelled after one season since some horses died during the making of it (it’s about horse racing). A David Milch (Hill Street Blues, NYPD Blue, etc.) creation. It’s sort of a pity the show never had a chance to play out.
I liked the horse racing, I liked the crew of misfit degenerate gamblers including Jerry, their brilliant handicapper, who was unfortunately a bad poker player. I liked the Oxy-snorting, hard-drinking, hard-screwing jockeys. I liked grumbling Nick Nolte as a trainer. There were a number of story lines they were developing that looked promising: Turo and the beautiful vet, Ace’s relationship with Joan Allen (“that ship has sailed”), Ace’s grandson and his Jewfro (“you look like a baboon”).
Dustin Hoffman’s backstory isn’t clear though… yes, we know he’s a Jewish mobster, but his past isn’t fleshed out enough. Michael Gambon overplays his evil Robert Maxwell role (but I’ll always love him no matter what because of The Singing Detective). That whole rivarly / partnership gone bad was no doubt going to be revealed in later seasons.
Weronika Rosati, a Pole, plays Jerry’s beautiful poker dealer girlfriend Naomi… she has a great bod to boot. Dennis Farina as the aged muscle.
This was like a full employment act show for old HBO cast and crew … it had that fake, digitized look to it that I see (and hate) in all the newer TV shows … it’s so heavily manipulated in post-production that it loses its soul. Forced myself to sit through one entire episode and regret it.
Tried to watch this … couldn’t even get through the first half of the first episode, I just wasn’t interested.
“It is 1876 and the richest gold strike in U.S. history draws a throng of restless misfits to an outlaw settlement in the Black Hills of South Dakota.”
Netflix cost $25 a month (after tax) and I never watched it and my wife never watched it and even my kids never watched it, so I decided to cancel it. My buddy Dave recommended Ripley in a last ditch effort to get me to stay, but I hated the artificial digitized quality of it (I guess it’s a Showtime show, but still, it had that weird NFLX post-production look) and that sealed the deal for me. We’ll see if anyone misses it.
Had to click that last page many times before it finally went through, so it was more like cancel your membership in ten clicks.
I loved the first season of The Sinner and tolerated seasons two and three, so I’ve just started on season four and here are my brief stream of consciousness bullet points on episode one (SPOILERS):
Bill Pullman still squinting and wincing full time, that’s called acting
PTSD panic attacks from previous seasons
Sonya has fat black buddy on island in Maine?!? Makes no sense but they’re ticking boxes
“Greta,” whom we later learn is a lesbian in addition to being fat and black (tick another box), has a million dollar house despite being a “broke artist” … don’t worry, we never see her again
Chinese invasion angle, threatening Maine lobster operations, again makes no sense
Bill off his anti-depressant zombie meds so the panic attacks are pretty bad
Angular faced Jewish hippie chick from Orange is the New Black appears (I couldn’t stand that show), she is 32 years old
Very awkward old folks sex scene (Bill Pullman is 68 and Jessica Hecht is 57!!) … That Ship Has Sailed, I don’t care that she’s on top, and what’s with the choking, egad
Going to heavy blue camera filter for anti-depressant withdrawal dream? sequence scenes
Ineffectual, slouching country sheriff, needs Big City Bill’s help
Crusty old angular face grandma, “she could get ya back to port in any storm!”
Why do none of these people have Maine accents?
Tokens left near suicide jump site, an air of mystery
Local dive bar has hottie singer with giant mouth (Jessica Marie Brown)
Neo-Nazi homesteader with neck tats looks like zombie, sort of collapses out of camper trailer but remains standing, an air of danger. “I likes just me and da posums out here in da quiet!”
NONE of the Muldoons sound like they are from Maine
Unabomber hoodie captured on CCTV footage
Bill explores weird wailing and moaning he hears from million dollar porch, Blue Filter alert
Oh my god, it’s a coven of naked witches! Led by Grandma Muldoon?!?
Tune in for episode two!
Find me, Bill!
