AlreadyDead (psykoboy2) wrote,

That's My Dog

I thought I'd talk about what I saw last night. And I say that in such a way, because it wasn't really watching. Television is never meant to put you in the situation..not like a movie on the big screen (granted, my screen's big, but still, it isn't a movie theater).

The reason I want to talk about this is because it was intense, as I mentioned before. Now I could keep these comments to myself and just post them in the SFU community, of which there are many, but people have already spoken their mind there, either loving it or hating it, and I would just be adding to the redundancy of it all.

And for the year, Mr. C. Hall better get a goddamn nomination at the very least.

What I saw last night was visceral. Most would equate it to having your insides ripped out of you, and some felt that way to the point of nearly wanting to throw up by episodes end. There was nothing gory about last night's episode. Nothing gross or sickening in that sense. It was all up here ((he says as he points to his head)).

This wasn't television, it was...I can't really put my finger on exactly what it was, but I can tell you it was the reason this show is so damn good. The length they take these characters is stunning. No warning of what's to episode description or any hints as to how the episode would play out. Half of it was set up while the other half was reading that letter from your lover telling you it was all over between the two of you. Guts on the floor, slipping on your own blood, and feeling as helpless as you ever could.

All from a television show.

As they say: It's not TV...It's HBO.
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