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Originally Posted by Buehler445
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I watched Goliath on Amazon. That is a really good show. Maybe it is because I had low expectations going in, but goddamn, I couldn't quit watching it.
Billy Bob Thornton really brought it. And I don't know how much is makeup or whatever, but he is very convincing about having a lot of mileage on his odometer. Probably because he does.
When my mouth literally dropped open. I haven't been that surprised by something in forever.
Initially I thought the other lawyer and paralegal characters were bad, but they developed them nicely and wove them into the story.
Some of the stuff with Cooperman McBride was kind of wonky, but but you can look past it.
Really a good watch if you like lawyer-ey flicks.
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Out of the blue callback, but I finally watched the first season of this.
And I'm honestly at a loss for words. I didn't know what to expect, and what I got was . . . unexepected. And that's not necessarily good, . . . perhaps not necessarily bad.
If I had to sum in up in one word, . . . trainwreck. In two words, fascinating trainwreck. But again, not necessarily in a good way.
The thing it reminded me most of was Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip . . . the gold standard for masochistic hate watch.
It comes down to the writing. The actors and their performances were good and kept you coming back. But David E. Kelly was at his David E. Kelly-ist with the script.
Everything was atmosphere and anticipation, then when you think you've gotten somewhere, it just deflates and moves on to the next. Nothing was coherent. Nothing made narrative sense.
I think he had vibe he was going for, and just didn't put in the work to tie it together and get the details right. The case didn't make sense. The characters and their motivations seemed cobbled together from the specific scenes Kelly wanted to have on film. Someone would be angry for no reason out of nowhere one moment, then gushing about all their pride, love and affection the next. At times, the narrative and dialog actually approached the amatuerism of The Room, . . . yes, that The Room.
I could go on and on, the are so many small details at odds with each other and plot holes and dead ends and confusing motivations and on and on and on. It seems I am as capable of being fascinated by failure as I am by quality.
I can't even say whether or not I'd recommend it. It's an experience, and the performances are compelling, moment to moment, . . . but it doesn't make sense unless your brain is turned completely off and you just live in each scene for the scenery chewing.
