Now that the NFL Football Games reality TV show season is over, I must cast about for other forms of entertainment. There's not much out there; Community seems gone, I guess because it just didn't meet NBC's high quality standards. The Republican Primaries are nasty and humiliating, sort of like Flavor of Love minus the gravitas.
I am however 25 minutes into HBO's Luck, starring Dustin Hoffman, Nick Nolte, that guy who looks like Barney Miller and is in most gangster programs, and also that guy, and then that other guy, and then Oh Wait That Guy Who Only Looks Like That Guy.
It's already a lot better than The Wire, which I'm pretty confident in saying has not aged especially well and now seems anachronistic, out of date, old-fashioned, antiquated, past its prime, and redundant. And cliched.
Luck may not quite end up equalling the runaway triumph that is Boardwalk Empire, an extraordinary drama that has thus far in two magnificent seasons managed to combine fantastic acting, state-of-the art cinematography, complex plotting, exquisitely rendered period detail, and sucking.
But even though I'm only halfway through the first episode of Luck, I'm impressed that I can totally tell all the characters apart through the magic of Ethnic Profiling, and that things are happening concerning horses. This is not nothing.
