I just started watching Deadwood this week — late adopter and all — but found this essay compelling. It’s part of “Deadweek” at the always wonderful The House Next Door. Comparing the show to both Shakespeare and the first two parts of The Godfather, Andrew Dignan offers trenchant insights not only about HBO’s western series but about the Bard and Coppola’s movies.
And I think Deadwood is going to rock.
And I’m genuinely happy that creator David Milch is wrapping the series up after three seasons and (possibly) a couple movies. It’s a relief to know that in 2012, we shan’t be watching the sixth season of Deadwood and bitching: “Remember when that fuckin’ cocksucker was good?”
Perspective and the Past