Scott’s Blog of Doom

Haven’t had a chance to watch Big Love yet tonight, but that’ll be on my summer blogging list as well.

Anyway, I’m really getting into John From Cincinnati, as David Milch seems to be determined to make up for the cancellation of Deadwood by hiring every actor from it.  This week, we get Charlie Utter playing a drug dealer, and Jack McCall as the doctor.  A lot of the complaints about the show that I’m reading seem to be of the “I don’t get what’s going on” variety, and to that I say “Good!”  I’m getting really tired of being 3 or 4 steps ahead of shows that are dumbed down for network audiences.  That’s why I love shows like this one or Dexter, as they’re the kind of shows that are determined to make you THINK about what you’re watching, instead of spelling it out for you plot twist by plot twist.  JFC is an intriguing show because I don’t know where it’s going, and yet there’s a kind of internal logic to all the messed up characters that allows you to put the pieces together as they come.  For instance, John gets punched in the mouth, and an earthquake suddenly happens.  Aha, light bulb goes on, these things might be connected.  Now I’m curious as to what “What do you want, Butchie Yost?” is referring to.  Is John offering Butchie a wish, for lack of a better term?  It seems he can also read minds, as he was hearing dialog from Butchie while looking through the telescope, and it was obvious that Butchie wasn’t actually saying anything at the time.   I think Butchie’s in for some bigtime redemption, and I think he’s kind of glad to have someone as non-judgmental as John to hang around with him.  Unlike, say, Mitch, who I wanted to smack around for not wanting to let Shaunie at least have 12 hours on the breathing tubes, just in case.  I’m not feeling the whole Cunningham plot, but Willie Garson is always great and hopefully he’ll put it out. 

On the flipside of the intellectual bar, Hell’s Kitchen showcases the dumbest retards from Retard Reject Finishing School, trying to learn to run a restaurant.  These are people who:

1)  Can’t figure out how to fry eggs

2)  Don’t realize that bad-smelling seafood should NOT be served in a restaurant

3)  Think that pulling pasta out of the GARBAGE and then serving it is perfectly normal. 

What the HELL, man? Does Fox not screen the contestants with some sort of minimal IQ test before accepting them, something along the lines of demonstrating basic cooking competency and common sense?  I mean, it wouldn’t be the same with the charming stupidity of the idiots competing, but my jaw hangs open in shock at the levels of incompetence these guys sink to in every episode.  But I guess that’s the brilliance of the show — it’s not a show about who the best chef is, because they’re all retarded, it’s a show about how far they can push Gordon until he explodes, and the reactions that result from it.  Viewed on that level, it’s a masterpiece, as I’ve said before.  I don’t care who wins, they all suck, I’m just glad that Gordon is making it entertaining on the way.