I've been a huge fan of Yellowstone, Kevin Costner's latest vehicle. Up til now. The current & final season looks like it belongs on the Hallmark channel. Not sure how much I can take. 1883 is billed as the Yellowstone prequel. It started out as a very serviceable Western with some nice performances, which sadly get sucked into the black hole of the Elsa role. Elsa is the innocent, teenage supermodel blonde bombshell daughter of the gritty, hard as nails protagonist. Who herds cattle day after day in the same pristine, form-fitting blue dress that Never. Gets. Dirty. Ever. Because cattle were driven by cover girls in 1883. Look it up. Plus they have her doing the most asinine voiceovers in the worst Southern accent you’ve ever heard. “[ominous music setting the tone for a melodramatic reading from Elsa as hillbilly Shakespeare] And now we left Texas behind to become the composers of our own uncertainty.” Ye gods.
I'm not a fan of Yellowstone (don't attack me! I tried to get into it, and just couldn't get past 4 episodes) but I did watch 1883 and liked that. However you are not wrong in your critiques about Elsa. They were obviously trying to make a parallel to the contemporary Beth Dutton, but in that form, it was mostly ridiculous. She was supposed to be viewed as this force of nature, but mostly seemed ridiculous. That being said, Elsa aside, the show was good and showed a real gritty version of the difficulty the early pioneers had in crossing the plains.
I won't, if you'll reciprocate by not attacking my Star Wars hate. I've pledged to never watch another SW movie/tv show until I've received credible reports that it shows Jar Jar Binks being fed into a wood chipper.
Sorry, but I think the next Star Wars Project, Rouge Squadron, is about Jar Jar, trying to be the best darn fighter pilot he can be while transitioning and learning to use make up. The Disney execs love it!
Here's something sure to earn me some slings & arrows: I can't STAND the Clint Eastwood spaghetti Westerns. Cheesy beyond description. Horrible Italian actors made horribler by the asinine dubbed dialogue. Ridiculously melodramatic soundtracks. Super duper uber closeups so we can count the Italian nose hairs. Gag me with a rancid meatball.
