Second night in a row. Ugh, I just can't anymore with this show. Even the episodes that are carefully designed to be Full of Drama are boring. It's so bad. The falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart. The centre cannot hold.
There is some kind of water-based date with Clare or Carla or whatever the fuck her name is. The she bursts into flames. Only her name will live on. She belongs to the angels now.
We see a scene of a rat clawing desperately at the corner of a cardboard box. Then a commercial for yogurt. The yogurt is us.
That chick and the guy go to an impoverished village. The white people give the black people the gift of food and drink. No medicine is available. Somewhere we hear the plaintive cry of a loon.
On another occasion, people ride horses. This is an extended metaphor, but it is about nothing. Is that a bird tattoo, or a cry for help?
The girl from before complains that a man didn't ask her any questions. She wants him to know her political views but he is not interested in that, or her religion. He has peered into the blank void of her soul and contented himself that there is nothing there of value. Her eyes spin in crazy circles but he cannot see.
I am become Juan Pablo, destroyer of worlds.
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Dude. I'm starting to think you're turning into Col. Kurtz and we're going to have to send Charlie Sheen in to find you, and you'll be sitting on a weird throne surrounded by human heads on spikes. I guess my point here is that having to watch this show is probably as bad as, or worse than, being sent to Vietnam. I mean, it DID even feature a trip there.
GG -
The horror. The horror.
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