TANK TOP TIME
OK, OK, So we’re on #57, if you’re still on #56, go here, cause we’ll be spoiling, and you don’t want that, not when things are really cooking.
So this happens every season, right? There’s a few episodes, say between the fourth and the sixth episodes of the season, when all seems lost and tangled and slow, and you start to worry that the magic is gone? And then the gears slip into place for the wind-up to the home run and you breathe again and remember that every little thing is gonna be alright. Well, not for the characters, but you know, for you, the viewer. I can’t recall if we’ve talked about this before on the blog, but my understanding is that HBO told the Wire they had to cut from 13 episodes to 10 at some point after they had been working on the season, and so some of the flipped and clipped feeling of the last few weeks (in which I, who could form no coherent thought about what was happening, briefly took a HH sabbatical) might be caused by that. But no matter.
Let’s get down to the most important thing about 57. Tank tops. Whoa, lord, Daniels and Pearlman, do you just sit around in your glassy apartment with its gorgeous view, looking all muscular and underwear ad-esque every night? And Daniels, really, boxers? These are the choices that I want to know more about. Why boxers? Was Pearlman wearing pajama pants? Kicking it at home.
In terms of actual plot-type things happening, I certainly enjoyed this episode more than 55 or 56, but I’m still at a loss as to how it’s going to come back together. I’m especially interested to see if Gus confronts Templeton or not. And Bubbles, acting as Virgil for Fletcher in the underworld of the homeless, was a trip while still being moving.
As I write this, before my morning coffee, I realize that coherence can’t always be faked. This is still a blog, right?
I was surprised Omar killed — I had really thought he would just shoot kneecaps until Marlo came to the street, but I guess he’s getting impatient. I cannot wait to see Omar take him down. I just hope it happens. In the meantime, he should really have that foot looked at.
Dance, Dukie… Dance.