|Me at one of my favorite places...a cemetery! This one St. Peter's Episcopal Church Cemetery, Lewes, DE - during one of my F.A.G. searches for headstones|
As regular readers of this blog know, I am a longtime member of F.A.G. (Find a Grave.com). I have always been interested in cemeteries, headstones and stories behind (or underground as the case may be) of those dear, departed folks who occupy those spaces Six Feet Under. Now don't anyone send me a comment about how "hurtful" my blog posting is. I just received another one of those comments again yesterday, which I will not post to my blog. If anyone reading this blog is "hurt", well move on. Don't bother me with your sensibilities being jarred because of things I write in my blog.
Now that I have that off of my chest, the reason I'm writing this blog is to tell you all that I finally saw the first episode of the HBO series "Six Feet Under." Actually I saw the first three episodes last night on my 60" inch Sharp flat screen TV in the privacy of my bedroom. Oh how I do like watching movies and TV series in my on "movie theater." In addition to now being much safer (unlikely a crazed gunman will burst into my bedroom with an automatic rifle and put me out of my misery and bitchiness), I don't have to be annoyed by other movie goers who talk during the movie, bring babies into the movie, and just generally annoy me because of their rudeness. I doubt that I will ever again enter a movie theater.
But getting back to the original subject of this blog posting, here is my take on the HBO series "Six Feet Under."
Yes, it is interesting. However, I have two main complaints about the series as I do almost all American made movies and TV series. The characters tend to be two dimensional, there is way too much face sucking (called "kisses" in the movies and on TV), and lots of over the top, chew up the scenery acting. I much prefer British made TV series like "Downton Abbey" that have actors who portray characters who are more nuanced (look it up in the dictionary) and three dimensional.
Another problem I have with American made productions is when the character becomes sad, angry or generally upset they throw things and clear the table tops. This ALWAYS happens in the movies. I have NEVER witnessed it happening in real life and believe me, my real life has had some pretty interesting times but never, NEVER have I cleared off a tabletop of dishes and salt and pepper shakers nor thrown dishes at a person. NEVER.
This kind of action in American made movies is as predictable as when you see a fruit or vegetable cart in a movie scene, you JUST KNOW that at some point that cart is going to be overturned by a chase sequence or a fight and the cart vendor throw his hands into the air in dismay. Same thing when there are chickens pecking around the old homestead. You JUST KNOW a car is going to run through those chickens sending them squawking. Ever notice how you never see any of those chickens flattened out? Just saying.
So I watched the first three episodes of "Six Feet Under" on my Netflix DVD rental last night and here are my succinct summations of the characters of said series:
Ah, the prodigal son. He's supposed to be a hunk. Not by my standards. He's short and squat and annoying. Not interesting except when he's pushing his gay brother David's buttons. I love that interaction. I'm wondering if Peter Krause is gay himself (NO COMMENTS PLEASE about me saying "hurtful" statements)
So there you go folks, my politically incorrect review of the cast of characters (and actors) of the first three episodes of "Six Feet Under." Even though I have my complaints about the predictable characters and some of the boring actors, I'm hooked on the series. I guess I'm so used to the sub par movie production and acting of American made films that I'm numb to the two dimensional aspects of most American made movies and TV series. I often wonder is it this way because of the lack of talent of the writers or that they know that most of the American public will accept this dribble? I think the answer is a combination of both.
Now if I haven't offended or caused "hurtful feelings" with this blog I'm not doing my job.
Let me know folks!
|Me with my Mom at my paternal grandparent's grave in Unionville, PA - 2002|