I have no problem with a third season of True Detective being developed. Sure, I thought the second season was a steaming batch of convoluted diarrhea, but that’s over! Past! The third season is another opportunity, and it’s an opportunity being bolstered by the considerable talents of David Milch.
Nicolas Winding Refn has got himself a series on Amazon with comic book writer Ed Brubaker, which is wild. But it’s also wild that said series will be starring Miles Teller.
Fargo‘s third installment marches ever closer, and as it does my excitement swells ever larger. Here’s a new promo for the (best) show (on TV), which focuses on its new cast of characters.
You, you can’t make this shit up. How do you follow-up a rotting, bleeding, bleating diarrhea monstro-dump? How can you possibly come close to matching how putrid it was? You enlist the services of the man who vomited up the Legend of Tarzan script.
James Gunn. I completely understand you being exhausted with the blockbuster pop culture-fabricating Marvel movie machine. But now that you’ve taken us two-thirds of the way into the Guardians trilogy, just see her through. See her through.
This show looks fantastic. Though, I think it’s impossible for a trailer with Ian McShane in it to appear any other way.
Oh, Dave Chappelle. It’s been too long. But let’s not dwell on that now.
Game of Thrones, America’s favorite ruthlessly mediocre, incessantly nihilistic, gorgeously produced show has a return date. The seventh season arrives July 16. I’ll catch-up by then, if only to complain about the show and the extravagant and unwarranted praise it receives.
Ewan McGregor is unrecognizable in this trailer. But the wonderful muted, eccentric tone of the show is immediately. Can’t wait! Cannot wait. Refuse to wait. Must wait. For Fargo season 3.