For commentary and rousing discussions on episode 54, take a gander at THIS, THIS, THIS, and THIS, but for the bleak, violent, catch-as-catch-can world of 55, continue below.
Although there’s still a lot of loose ends to tie up, or more realistically to simply drag past the camera eye, the shortened season and ornate plotlines (yes [...]
So I finally watched 54, and I’m not too much of a man to admit that I cried. It wasn’t just Joe dying (although it made me sad), cause jetset/shoals are right that he was a criminal, and he had it coming. (Did anyone else think there was something a little sexual about Joe closing [...]
I’ve tried to like dude-lit since the 90’s, when I somewhat ascribed to the strain of emo culture that would eventually genre-merge with it to form the basis for much of modern white masculinity. And in each attempt, guys who dwell heavily on male development and plot social importance by New Jersey and Connecticut township [...]
Shoals has had a photo meltdown, affecting not just H&H but also FreeDarko, so that’s why you’re seeing a whole lot of blank boxes on his posts. Anyhoo, for 53 go HERE, HERE, AND THERE. Otherwise you’re on to 54, and for those less familiar with the episode numbers, this season it’s really easy: 54 [...]
LOOKING FOR #53? READ THIS, THIS, AND THIS. PAST HERE, IT’S #54.
(IN LAYMAN’S TERMS: THIS COVERS SEASON FIVE, EPISODE FOUR. THE LINKS DEAL WITH 5:3)
Well, that really didn’t hit me as hard as I’d thought would. More than Butchie’s death, but still, not the heel in the gut that Bodie’s last stand was. Really, I [...]
Greetings, amigos, as we take another rest stop on our tour of season five… to my left is Marlo Stanfield, who is so obsessed with putting his hands all over his giant stacks of money that he is incapable of being charmed by a beautiful French woman… (this is a problem that our friend Avon [...]
AS ALWAYS, WE’RE UP WITH THE ON-DEMAND SCHEDULE AND ON TO ALL THINGS #53 NOW, SO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW, DON’T KNOW.
Bunk. The Bunk. Detective William Moreland. Named for a real Baltimore cop who really did and said plenty of what Wendell Pierce has recreated so beautifully these past four seasons (in part [...]
I sometimes worry that no one likes the posts I’m most proud of. Yesterday’s was one of those, and, reaching back, this one about language and otherness stands there, too.
So you can imagine my surprise—and glee—when a friend put me on to Andrew Devereaux’s “‘What Chew Know About Down the Hill?”: Baltimore Club Music, Subgenre [...]
WE LIVE ON THE ON-DEMAND SCHEDULE. NO ONE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT #52, THIS GETS INTO #53.
Really nothing on #52, then or now. Avon’s sitdown with Marlo was a hoot, and Wood Harris really showed us the no-man’s land between swagger and kookiness. Worth noting that there was more warmth between those two than in any [...]
I protect the flame. Turns out the “spoiler” in here is that Namond returns at some point. False alarm, I was a victim of someone else’s in-joke. Good thing he’s a friend of mine. Anyway, enjoy and stay paunchy.
