- What's it shot in? Some sort of video-made-to-look-like-film something? I'm no cinematographer, but it's definitely something other than the usual something. (You can quote me on that.) And the tight framing and the quick pans? And something curious about the way the camera moves in the close-up shots of the brass band. Definitely something curious.
- I wouldn't pay nearly so much attention to the quirks of the medium if I wasn't already stuck on the weirdness of seeing our immediate little corner of the world shown back to us, not a far-fetched absurdity too remote to bother with, nor the actual unmediated thing itself as we know it each day, but a closely rendered facsimile: places we know, dramatized versions of people we know, people we know playing dramatized versions of themselves, people we know playing dramatized versions of other people.
- Some details were too perfect: When Lester Freamon (sorry, I haven't made the transition yet) first opens the door to his flooded house and they flash the shot of the wilted ceiling fan—ooh, boy! I remember that.
- I'm game. I'll keep with it. I'm happy. They've painted the tableau, established their mode, made the introductions. The long-awaited nervous first date is behind us. Now we hop on the narrative and see where it takes us. What's next?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Treme: The First Date
Thoughts, in no particular order: