Born into this: in which I review three seasons of “The Wire” (and mention “Avatar” with the lip-curling scorn it deserves)
The Wire is one of those shows, that despite being (at least now in its, resurrected ‘DVD boxed set’ days’) so popular that, if you’re a 20 to 50ish vaguely middle-class person of the kind who’s seen at least one HBO drama, than you can safely bet your last marketable organ that at least two thirds of your friends are, on any given night, sedulously watching the latest episode instead of attending your birthday party/wedding/stupefying Houellebecqian orgy as they mumblingly promised they would while drunk and/or attempting to seduce you with their endearing vulnerability. Believe me, then, when I say that even as you read this people you know are already thinking of how they can best pretend to be dead in order not only to escape your Friday night drinks, but to indulge in the kind of Wire marathons that would make the Bayreuth festival look like the punch-line to a pun.
Maladjusted Reviews: Biographies, Biopics and Jane Campion’s latest film
As promised, this is the new video with which I’d like to launch “Pretty Cool (for an iconodule). Is it representative of what is to follow? Hopefully not. This one was a real bastard to do (worse than Greek participles). I hope that maybe some of you like…some of it. I know that it’s too … Read more
