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.