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One of the best perks of high-speed Internet is the ability to watch TV online. I prefer watching on the television, of course, but when two shows conflict, like CSI and Supernatural, I can watch my favorite on the tube and catch the other at my convenience. Hence, I've been watching CSI: Langston Flavor on CBS.com. I miss Grissom, particularly S1-6 Grissom, but Langston holds his own. The team isn't as crisp, and the chemistry is flatter, but I like Langston, nonetheless. He's thoughtful and smart and even-tempered without appearing grossly unempathetic and detached from the human collective, as Grissom sometimes did. He's Zen, but not so introvert and emotionally damaged that he's unable to connect with his colleagues. Grissom loved his team, would have set himself afire for them if he had to, but often that love showed itself as cool reserve or indifference when one of his cubs was in trouble. Warrick's death was the first time I'd ever seen Grissom display such raw anguish and human frailty.
Langston, by contrast, strikes me as a man who would cut a bitch or three to protect his people. I understand Grissom's reserve and admire him for it, but my heart yens Langston's moral orientation more readily and intimately.
Dear F. Gary Gray,
Thank you for the gratuitous shot of Gerard Butler bareass nekkid in Law-abiding Citizen. Though utterly irrelevant to the screaming melodrama of the morally didactic and fulsome plot, I am grateful for its inclusion. It made my happy in my muffy secret triangle. Mmmm. Too bad the movie suffered for its moralistic ham-fistedness.
I know Jamie Foxx was the hero, but I was rooting for Clive. Reaffirming obnoxious societal mores and the diseased status quo, you're doing it wrong. If Clive hadn't strayed from the purview of the actually guilty into the murkier realm of those guilty by association, I might've thought you were trying for subversive social commentary, but alas, he did, and so the movie suffered from gangrenous preachiness by an unsympathetic assclot of a "good guy". Oh, goody.
But nekkid Gerry Butler was so worth the ticket.
La Guera
Langston, by contrast, strikes me as a man who would cut a bitch or three to protect his people. I understand Grissom's reserve and admire him for it, but my heart yens Langston's moral orientation more readily and intimately.
Dear F. Gary Gray,
Thank you for the gratuitous shot of Gerard Butler bareass nekkid in Law-abiding Citizen. Though utterly irrelevant to the screaming melodrama of the morally didactic and fulsome plot, I am grateful for its inclusion. It made my happy in my muffy secret triangle. Mmmm. Too bad the movie suffered for its moralistic ham-fistedness.
I know Jamie Foxx was the hero, but I was rooting for Clive. Reaffirming obnoxious societal mores and the diseased status quo, you're doing it wrong. If Clive hadn't strayed from the purview of the actually guilty into the murkier realm of those guilty by association, I might've thought you were trying for subversive social commentary, but alas, he did, and so the movie suffered from gangrenous preachiness by an unsympathetic assclot of a "good guy". Oh, goody.
But nekkid Gerry Butler was so worth the ticket.
La Guera
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