I'd like to share an anecdote: senior year of high school my friends and I spent a lot of our last semester fixating on a film, one that won us over more so with its soft porn scenes than its muddled plot and dialogue. The Dreamers was the first (and probably only) NC-17 movie I saw in theatres, and I felt so naively badass not being carded the two times I went to see it (I was a few months shy of 18 at the time). Yeah, Theo was hot, but, duuuuude, then began my imaginary love affair with Michael Pitt. I would. Hit. That shit. Anytime.
I had no idea, then, that Michael Pitt was in HBO's Boardwalk Empire. When my mom first watched the show's opening credits, she saw his name and asked, "Michael Pitt, is that Brad Pitt's brother?" No, woman, I have only loved this man for the past six years. Plus a billion other dudes, but whatever.
And so continues my love affair with HBO programming! Not only is the history enthralling, it's kind of refreshing being able to "watch" an America ripe with foreign accents; my grandfather immigrated to the US from Ireland around that time, so perhaps that's part of the reason why my favorite character (behind Richard Harrow) is Margaret Schroeder. And the fashions, holyballz, the fashions!
And wouldn't you know, the season finale this Sunday is happening on the anniversary of the repealing of the 18th Amendment. Guess who'll be watching with a beer in one hand and
her flask in the other?
This girl. God Bless Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and God Bless America!
P.S. Who's been watching the show? Conspiracy theories for the finale? *spoilers* Where'd Margaret go? Will Jimmy throw his baby's mamma out on the street? How will Van Alden cover up Sebso's murder? Who's gonna be murdered? B/c we all know someone's gonna die.
P.P.S. If you're in Philly on Sunday, celebrate Repeal Day at
The Franklin, starting at 5 p.m.
Go-go-America! Hu-ah! Just sad I can't go b/c I have work on Monday...
booooo...
P.P.P.S. I'm finally reading
this book, and it's juicy. Oh, so juicy.