… to have been talked about briefly in a meeting.
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The first time I watched Deadwood, the DVD player on my laptop was acting up. I fiddled, I twiddled, and eventually thought it might be working. I started playing the first episode, realized that it was blank screen and no sound as it meandered through “HBO Films” screens and all that. Just wanting to verify that the damned thing was actually working, I jumped forward to an arbitrary point in the episode. And in that glorious moment, the laptop plugged into the stereo system, said stereo system turned up accidentally high, the speakers screeched “COCKSUCKERS” loudly enough to shake the walls before I slammed a finger down on the mute button.
Twas a fitting first thunderous glimpse of the series.
Garret Dillahunt, the man so nice that Milch killed him twice, declared on Wednesday the following:
He then followed up with this plea:
To one of his points: Entourage is significantly cheaper to produce than Deadwood since its budget consists entirely of crates of Axe Body Spray and antibiotics. On the other hand, Deadwood doesn’t require plumbing on its sets and in fact set the record for the lowest proportion of budget used for hygiene in the post-silent film era.
His passion, while not to be disregarded, does beg the question: what role is he going to play? If there’s a Deadwood movie, will we get a third character played by Dillahunt? Note, this is not a bad thing, but I now have visions of Deadwood as a vehicle for Dillahunt’s character of an immortal murderer who is cursed to never have anyone recognize his previous incarnations.
HBO, paragons of responsiveness that they are, expertly doused any expectations while giving just a kernel of hope: “In reference to Garret Dillahunt’s tweet regarding the rumored Deadwood movie, there have only been very preliminary conversations.”
Sources that do not exist suggest that the “preliminary conversations” have consisted entirely of David Milch emails with the subject line “PLEEEEEEEASE” and HBO’s subsequent restraining orders.