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Did anyone catch this? I was flippinng between this and the Falcons game.
The first half of HBO's new mini-series, Angles in America was a mixed bag that delighted, confused, disgusted, and amused me.
Despite the title, the story really revolves around two couples in 1985 New York: one is a gay couple with one guy dying of Legionnaire's disease and the other can't handle it and doesn't visit him; the other is a Mormon couple who just came to NY because he's a lawyer, but he's also a closet homo which is contributing to the wife going crazy.
I think this is adapted from a play, or two plays, or something like that. Some of the dialogue can get a bit much- very fancy schmancy "sprawling New Yorker shit," to quote Adaptation.
What I like:
- The cast/performances- a healthy mix of new and veteran talent. The guy who plays the dying homo is an incredible talent. Expect to see him around a lot on TV or films now.
Mary Louis Parker, always adorable, is the crazy Mormon wife. Jeffrey Wright has two small roles: as the gays' "flaming friend," who delivers a wonderful monologue about his favorite romance novel and how it applies to the main characters' situation and as Parker's guide into the realm of her own isolated psychosis (represented by Antarctica which, because it's her fantasy, can have eskimos).
Al Pacino is the evil-like Big Lawyer guy who rants and raves his way through the role, including a great speech to his doctor, played by Cromwell (Zephraim Cochrain) about he's not a homosexual, because he has "clout."
Meryl Streep plays the roles of: 1. The Mormon lawyer's mother, lost in NYC; 2. The ghost of Ethel Rosenberg (!); 3. A rabbi who tells the guilty lover of the dying man, "If you want to confess go find a priest. Catholics believe in forgiveness, we believe in guilt."
Emma Thompson, aka, my dream woman, is: 1. The dying man's nurse; 2. A crazy street bum who thinks she dated Nostradamus as she tells Streep's Mormon mother character in the funniest scene of the show.; 3. The angel that appears at the very end.
- The dream sequences- Parker and dying gay guy connect in some dream world and somehow know deep secrets about each other. Another two find him visited by the spirits of two of his ancestors. Funny stuff.
What I didn't like:
- SO MUCH gay stuff. I mean, I didn't realise that every guy on the show would be gay. One scene in particular finds the guilty gay guy in a park seeking solace by talking to a leather-clad man-whore. The dialogue is very graphic, which is a great time to check out the game.
- The actual spiritual/angel stuff was sloppy and silly. Maybe it'll make more sense in the second part, but it was funny, and I don't think on purpose.
Other stuff:
Lots of political references, some of it typically Hollywood over-the-top (Pacino's business associate's friend ranting about Reagan's "vision" and FDR being a communist).
The philosophical mumbo-jumbo was sometimes appropriate, sometimes self-serving Matrix-type drivel.
Overall, the thing is a mess, but a good one. A lot of great moments, but it doesn't hold together as a whole yet.
Did anyone catch this? I was flippinng between this and the Falcons game.
The first half of HBO's new mini-series, Angles in America was a mixed bag that delighted, confused, disgusted, and amused me.
Despite the title, the story really revolves around two couples in 1985 New York: one is a gay couple with one guy dying of Legionnaire's disease and the other can't handle it and doesn't visit him; the other is a Mormon couple who just came to NY because he's a lawyer, but he's also a closet homo which is contributing to the wife going crazy.
I think this is adapted from a play, or two plays, or something like that. Some of the dialogue can get a bit much- very fancy schmancy "sprawling New Yorker shit," to quote Adaptation.
What I like:
- The cast/performances- a healthy mix of new and veteran talent. The guy who plays the dying homo is an incredible talent. Expect to see him around a lot on TV or films now.
Mary Louis Parker, always adorable, is the crazy Mormon wife. Jeffrey Wright has two small roles: as the gays' "flaming friend," who delivers a wonderful monologue about his favorite romance novel and how it applies to the main characters' situation and as Parker's guide into the realm of her own isolated psychosis (represented by Antarctica which, because it's her fantasy, can have eskimos).
Al Pacino is the evil-like Big Lawyer guy who rants and raves his way through the role, including a great speech to his doctor, played by Cromwell (Zephraim Cochrain) about he's not a homosexual, because he has "clout."
Meryl Streep plays the roles of: 1. The Mormon lawyer's mother, lost in NYC; 2. The ghost of Ethel Rosenberg (!); 3. A rabbi who tells the guilty lover of the dying man, "If you want to confess go find a priest. Catholics believe in forgiveness, we believe in guilt."
Emma Thompson, aka, my dream woman, is: 1. The dying man's nurse; 2. A crazy street bum who thinks she dated Nostradamus as she tells Streep's Mormon mother character in the funniest scene of the show.; 3. The angel that appears at the very end.
- The dream sequences- Parker and dying gay guy connect in some dream world and somehow know deep secrets about each other. Another two find him visited by the spirits of two of his ancestors. Funny stuff.
What I didn't like:
- SO MUCH gay stuff. I mean, I didn't realise that every guy on the show would be gay. One scene in particular finds the guilty gay guy in a park seeking solace by talking to a leather-clad man-whore. The dialogue is very graphic, which is a great time to check out the game.
- The actual spiritual/angel stuff was sloppy and silly. Maybe it'll make more sense in the second part, but it was funny, and I don't think on purpose.
Other stuff:
Lots of political references, some of it typically Hollywood over-the-top (Pacino's business associate's friend ranting about Reagan's "vision" and FDR being a communist).
The philosophical mumbo-jumbo was sometimes appropriate, sometimes self-serving Matrix-type drivel.
Overall, the thing is a mess, but a good one. A lot of great moments, but it doesn't hold together as a whole yet.