All
this time, with the disposable underwear chaffing sores on the underside of my
thigh, it turns out, recognition clicking like a tumbler, that I would have
been able to recognize Amber Tamblyn if I had connected her accusation of James
Woods to her starring role in Joan of Arcadia. The show runs at one am on Start
TV, unbeknownst to the dowager until recently, this latest syndicate, seemingly
distinguishing itself with stock serials less edgy than Shades of Blue, and
that series was too edgy for its network audience. But Arcadia is quirky and
corny, rounds its characters out with affection, condescending neither to them nor
viewers of the show in its playful syncretism. Never one to admire Mary
Steenburgen’s range, here she was correctly cast as a homemaker reaching
outward. Seems to be what she’s good at. I lost touch with the show after the
network brought in Lucifer for poor Joan to counterbalance, and reentered it at
the point where Jason Ritter’s Kevin
discovers a conservative bent in his writing skills is a useful outlet
for his anger over his paraplegia. The writers, however, rarely, if ever, never
allow conservatism its due, and allow Mantegna to dress down his son’s ego for
upending a leniency deal for a thief trying to support his child.
Yes,
Amber’s down to earth sensibilities made me reconsider her accusation against
James Woods. I’ve reflected on what this “pass” which he claims is a lie says
about his taste as a sixty year old, and have decided not to side with either
actor, simply because asking a minor out on its face isn’t illegal. The
imprecation in the contention between them is only the possibility of statutory
rape, not its inevitable conclusion, and as I’ve written, none of us can know
whether or not he intended to take it that far.
End Game, for a political thriller, was only noteworthy because it appears to be a
lethal Clinton era critique, in which Woods’ character, a rather ambient Secret
Service Director, sacrifices himself for a first lady more alluring and
stylized than Hillary. Perhaps the studio thought not providing Warren
Commission answers was the film’s selling point, in its disjointed jump cuts,
but it does provide us with the James Woods as we have him today, in his war of
wills with a hornless ram like Jack Dorsey.
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