Did you catch the premiere of the new HBO series “Luck“?
I did, and I’m amused to breathe in the vapor of Miami Vice in director Michael Mann’s newest series, along with the feast of gritty-and-oblique dialog that is David Milch’s hallmark (Deadwood). My only problem is atmosphere overtaking unintelligible dialog.
Rant break: I know I’m getting older, but I am so tired of films and TV shows in which actors mutter. No doubt we have the best sound engineering we’ve ever had, but what is it with the whispering? Is it because I have an ordinary television rather than a media system? Is it because I can’t hear so well out of my left ear (and my Yankee-Irish horse whispering boyfriend can’t hear so well out of either ear)? Are we the only two people with this problem?
Nick Nolte is one of my favorite actors and I’m hooked on his character in Luck. Seedy with a heart. I wonder if he sleeps in his shed row. (Interestingly, it’s said that Nick Nolte was considered for the role of Sonny Crockett in Miami Vice. I’m so glad Mann didn’t try to even up the score by casting Don Johnson in Luck.)












