If there ever were a show that proved that most actors are diminutive beings, than The Shield is it. I mean, look at this picture. These guys have stubbier legs than I do.
Right now, I’m looking at a pile of DVDs that includes The Letter with Bette Davis and Yasujiro Ozu’s Tokyo Story, which I’ve been intending to watch for years. It’s supposed to be one of the masterpieces of modern cinema, shot on fuzzily gorgeous 35mm in 1953, and if I don’t love it than I am not allowed to be a film buff. But when I started it a few weeks ago, in the early evening, buried under my warm down comforter, I fell dead asleep. It’s been accusing me from my desk ever since.
Mixed within the pile of cinema classics is Gilmore Girls Season II, and The Shield, Season I (courtesy of Matt Dreyer’s vast DVD collection. I miss you Matt Dreyer). All of my intentions to better myself in Buenos Aires by spending solitary evenings with the most high-brow of 20th century culture have thus far been ruined by the snappy banter between Lorelei and Rory Gilmore, whom I never grow tired of, not even when they spend 10 minutes talking about ordering Chinese food.
I mean, look at how pretty these two are. Although feel free to tell me that I’m a bit of a fool for choosing them over Setsuko Hara, the star of Tokyo Story.
Last week, when I finished the Gilmore Girls, I briefly filled the hole in my time with George R. Martin’s fantasy series, A Sword of Ice and Fire, soon to be made into an HBO series. And while we’re talking cute, check out George R. Martin.
Anyway, once I tore my way through through the books (and if you’re not tearing your way through a fantasy novel series, then you don’t know how to read), I was left with two options. Give the high brow a fair shot, or begin The Shield. After exactly 3 seconds of inner debate, I went with The Shield.
I promised myself that I would try to pace my watching, as to not run out of episodes too quickly, but then my Internet went out last night, and I was without video chat for almost 12 hours. So I watched the entire first season in one fell swoop.
The show is great, and should be watched immediately. It’s like the darker 2nd cousin of The Wire, the candy corn to its 80% pure cocoa dark chocolate bar, the Vietnamese Bahn Mi to its five-course meal at Daniel. It’s enjoyable, it’s easy to digest (easy on the hot sauce, folks…worst joke I’ve ever made) and you don’t even notice the time passing when you’re watching it.
Vic Mackey, the main protagonist, is unfortunately not cute (see bald guy in opening image), but there’s something frighteningly endearing about the way that Dutch’s bottom tooth sticks out at a right angle from his mouth whenever he gets worked up during an interrogation.
I should be writing something about my fascinating travels in a foreign country, but the truth is, I didn’t leave my apartment yesterday. Not one time. It is very cold outside. And my computer feels warm on my lap, humming away, bringing me to a world of corrupt police officials and drug dealers and crack whores who have to give up their children.
And now, I’ve f-ed myself in a high brow kind of way for the rest of my time in Argentina. That is, unless I figure out how to download TV series off the Internet.