We all love it when an awesome thing is added to an already awesome thing. Awesome + Awesome = Awwwwesome. Awesrageous, even. Examples spring to mind: crunch berries (to Cap'n Crunch), Pau Gasol (Lakers), Heather Graham's tits (Boogie Nights), and the hilarious and electric Bob Odenkirk (Sunday night's Breaking Bad). I'm a worshipper of the latter's work on Mr. Show (with the now-insufferable David Cross plus the broad who, like Adam Sandler, was great in Punch Drunk Love but sucks in everything else) and Seinfeld (the almost-doctor that dated Elaine) which basically means I'm among Odenkirk's biggest fans. Still he blew my fucking mind the other night in his straightest role: a plain-speaking, innocently prickish Nightmare Lawyer. The kind with bald-faced contempt for the law, the kind that causes sweaty freak-outs in Republican chowderheads, the kind that indirectly defends the precepts of real, definable liberty as an end not just means to justify political and social misdeeds (though mainly for selfish reasons). He's a criminal lawyer, to quote one of the show's characters. James Woods in True Believer, if I may.
Now you're stroking your monogrammed cigarette case, pondering a conspicuous absence from our chocolate-to-peanut butter happiness list. And yes, it's history's biggest fail of all marriages of terrific to superb: former Coroner guitarist Tommy Baron's joining legendary Cherman thrashists Kreator. Man, Kreator sucked at that time, and Baron threw away some killer solos on Endorama. His tone makes my butthole all tingly on the otherwise hideous "Golden Age" (above, worst outro since the "Invisible Touch" 12" dance mix). Kreator frontman Mille Petrozza will probably tell you he has no regrets about going all Megadeth/KMFDM and shit. In some ways, Petrozza and I are very different people.
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Holy jesus way to go Kreator for wasting that dude's time.
I'm amazed that was fucking Bob Odenkirk, that's a fucking brilliant character. The part when they hood him and take him out to the ditch and he starts freaking out, going on about Garcia and whatnot, holy shit that was great. That show is so amazingly great it makes the rest of TV seem so pathetic. 5 minutes of Bryan Cranston teaching his class told us more about his character than the the whole first season, which was unbelievable. Seriously I want to suck the creator's cock for making a Showtime/HBO quality show on a regular network, one that plays classic movies only, no less. Eveything is portrayed as it would be like in real life, it's go an unreal story but everything about it feels like you're walking down the street with the characters. Even the meth and drug use, which is done so stupidly usually, is completely real. Tuco is really fucking crazy like meth dealers are, Pinkman's goofy friends are the other kind of speed users. Harmless dudes who just like to get high...
"I'll blowfish to that" then Jesse rips a bongload of green while Walter is hacking up his cancer. Moments like that make the show for me
I gush praise all over it, I'll let me friends watch their silly Fringe, but I'll take substance any day of the week. It's good they filmed it all at once, and made specifically for AMC, since this type of drama (especially one that draws on stuff from not just the last episode but the whole season, even updating shit that happened in the first one) is destined to be cancelled on a big network.
Anyway, I'm just stoked people are into the show, so blah blah blah, keep doing what you do. At least you have one fan :D
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