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Ξ March 4th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ of local note, screeds |
Before long, he would know everything, and her window of opportunity would close. She signaled for the check and made up her mind, chewing the last bite of pie.
As she walked to the Miata her cell rang. “Where the fuck are you?” came the shout. She’d known it would be him and it was him all right.
The room was barely large enough to contain an unmade single bed and what looked like a paper bag with some clothing in it. There was a fan in the window, facing out and on high.
Perfect torture.
This past fall, when I saw Joseph Fiennes alternately sitting in an AA circle or hitting a flask in FlashForward, I had to admit recovery is officially trendy in tvland.
Alcoholism has always been used in film and tv, sure, a common gimmick to add depth to a character or even drive the plot: will he get
sloshed and fail to save the world because he is in a blackout? There is of course the Mad Men extreme, where alcohol and its abuse is not only a factor in the stories but a crucial part of the scenery. Then we have the (legacy) tortured Sipowicz, whatsername in Prison Break, Bubbles in The Wire, (who lands Steve Earl for a sponsor, how cool is that?) and more than one character in Brothers. Who am I forgetting? Oh, damn, the daddy of them all, Denis Leary’s peerless Rescue Me.
I thought back to Otis, the hapless town
drunk on Andy Griffith. TV alcoholics were formerly portrayed, if at all, as sloppy buffoons. There’s a drunk in the Simpsons (wait! didn’t he get sober?), and I think Al Bundy had some issues. Lately, TV series addicts and alcoholics are often the protagonist and usually somewhat sympathetic. At least what I’ve seen, which is detailed above.
So what? I guess it’s kinda cool. I’m glad. If addiction has a place in tvland, so do meetings.
Two points I couldn’t work in above: 1)TV writers of the world, meetings are essentially never held in a church sanctuary. 2) Intervention and Celebrity Rehab just aren’t a part of my world. I know nothing about them.
The vehicle was discovered upside down in a ditch off Johnson’s Store Road. Inside were binoculars, a cheese sandwich, an old pair of Asolo boots, and, most puzzling, a freshly carved jack-o-lantern, upright, with the candle still burning.
Justin called his wife and told her not to wait up; he called his brother Simon and told him get up, he was coming to get him.
The Walkmen – Wake Up
The Veils – Vicious Traditions