Well it is an 8 hour series that has perhaps bitten off a little more than it can chew time wise, but that said, I think the remaining 4 hours could give it room to stretch out a bit and "find its sea legs," provided it has any, of course. That's the gist of it in a nutshell: has the preliminary story - seemingly…

I think you're onto something! With David Morse no doubt channeling it too.

Well ya know, Matthew's been driving Mercs long before anyone actually paid him to. Apparently, because he "just liked it."

I'm thinking it involved a tongue, a sack, and possibly a voyage to parts beyond just to make it interesting.

Sorry, I borrowed your "fucked-upedness" above. Must have got stuck in the synapses, because I didn't remember seeing it here. Like watching a multi-car pile up unfold in slow motion so far, ain't it?

Big shout out to Fred Ward, though, who I haven't seen around in ages. That face of his has aged as wonderfully as the proverbial old beat up leather suitcase. That Conway Twitty opening scene was a little bit too over the top surreal for my tastes though. They were obviously digging for the roots of Velcoro's…

At the very least, Vaughn does seem to be a puzzling choice to play a rather amateurish and definitely insecure gangster (all the more so considering the somewhat less than imposing crew he surrounds himself with). At times he seems to be doing ok (his interactions with Velcoro), and at others (just about all) he's…

I'm finding I have to watch the episodes two or three times with the CC on (I know, I know, I don't have a life) to actually follow all the dialog. Not that the dialog is particularly fascinating, but the show follows the prevalent style these days of having the characters mumble the dialog, the sound dynamics being…

And extra points for Woodrugh on his extended ruminations in the key of "fuck!" upon coming to from his drunken stupor to find his bike gone at the scene of the previous evenings festivities. Good single word soliloquies are rare in this day and age, and much appreciated.

Just to add, I think there might be something to be said for a show that perhaps takes itself a little too seriously at times and then proceeds to fuck the dog badly in the process, assuming it's still got some other redeeming qualities at least. Especially if its initial true aspiration was simply to be cheap…

I guess I'm just easy to please, because I'm really enjoying the ride so far this season.

Likewise. A bit overmuch to say the least.

OK. I'm from Iowa, but have long since moved away. I never noticed those grammatical/accent mistakes, but then again I wasn't really paying that close attention. And I doubt too many other people were either.

Or can you? And rest assured, if it can be imagined, it has been tried; somewhere, sometime, somehow.

Jesus Christ? Why drag HIM into it for fuck's sake? Do you know that he's STILL applying lotion to the fucking nail holes we pounded into his ass the last time around? For fuck's sake, let him rest for awhile already!

I'm thinking it has something to do with the concepts of drama and audience identification (buy in) with the character in question. You do realize that this is dramatic fiction (however realistic), don't you?

I didn't even notice the scrape up with the journalist the first two viewings, as it was merely implied. Good catch.

I'm here to tell you, 80 mg propranolol, although not generally prescribed for sleep or psychosis, is an altogether better solution. Reduces real life to two dimensions as well, which is an unmitigated joy so far. Hey! Simple solutions for simple minds is the American way!

But since we're on the subject. Who can forget Mathew's unforgettable (and no doubt well-paid) line, spoken in unforgettable Rust Cohle leathery brogue: "I was driving a Lincoln long before anyone paid me to do it. I didn't do it to be cool, I didn't do it to make a statement, I just liked it."

I've tried. I sued for divorce.