Really? That was it? You get us all worked up, we’re right on the edge and then, what, leave?
Deadwood was an almost too good to be true show.
Grit piled on top of edge slithering into crass hobbled up to clench.
The cast, headed by Timothy Olyphant, wait, let us just pause here for a moment of adoration…sigh, what was I writing?
Oh yeah, this cast was corker, simply one of the best ever assembled. And Ian McShane is so glorious I think he could just show up and any program gets a bang.
Seth Bullock, Al Swearengen, Wild Bill Hickok, Sol Star, Calamity Jane, Wyatt Earp, George Crook, E. B. Farnum, Charlie Utter, Jack McCall and George Hearst were based on actual historical figures, fleshed out by using diaries and newspapers from the 1870s Deadwood. Of course, artistic license was taken, but it’s still fascinating.
Interwoven are themes ranging from Capitalism, morality, racism, sexism, sex, crime, formation of communities, law, order, and food supplies including canned peaches and what was fed to the pigs.
Deadwood was filthy, in visual and audio. Granted, the somewhat cruder language was an anachronism; if they’d used real minerspeak they would’ve sounded more like Yosemite Sam, quite funny, but a detraction from the drama. Still, I doubt any of it would have been too clean.
Come on, one movie, you owe us that.