I’ve blogged about it—Sons of Anarchy. Just basically spent around 100 hours over several weeks watching the thing, getting so absorbed I dreamed about it over and over, every night. Ever done that? Spend a chunk of your life so cut-off that you really can’t explain it to anyone, but you have to see it to the end?
Sons of Anarchy is only a TV show. That much is true.
It’s over-the-top drama, too. That much is true.
Unless you’re a moron, the series that ran 7 seasons ought make you question some of your premises. If it didn’t, you’re dismissed. It’s about the dryer lint in the whole thing. What comes way out in the wash.
How may times have I written “when seconds count, the cops are only minutes away?” In that way, it’s much like The Wire. Cops are, and ought be always playing catchup with smart, organized “criminals.” Why? Because there are laws. It’s not a level playing field.
Chew on that opiate of masses, let me know what you think.
These guys don’t call the cops, unless perhaps they’re on payroll.
Anyway, this counts three times I’ve been owned by you Brit Wankers who think you can play an American:
- Jamie Bamber (Apollo)
- Hugh Laurie (House)
- Charlie Hunnam (Jax)
Hugh, I knew he was English perhaps midway through the series. The other two, not a fucking single clue until it was all over and I dug into depth on what obsessed me.
You gentleman rock. How many American actors could truly fool the British?