Showing posts with label Graham McTavish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Graham McTavish. Show all posts

Monday, June 18, 2018

Preacher Season 3: Part Blessing, Part Curse


For those who dig the odd and irreverent, AMC's "Preacher: Season 3" begins June 24 (10 pm). It might be beneficial to watch the series from the start, now with the previous seasons queued for convenient consumption, but then this show's skewed view doesn't require an orthodox perspective. 


The series, based on the DC/Vertigo odyssey by Steve Dillion and Garth Ennis, stars Dominic Cooper as Jesse Custer, our collared protagonist; Ruth Negga as his "lady fair", Tulip O'Hare; and Joe Gilgun as their bloodsucking buddy, Cassidy. They're on a quest to find God, who for whatever unreasonable reason, remains on the lam.


Last season, Graham McTavish debuted as the enigmatic Saint of Killers, buffered by Pip Torrens as the treacherous Herr Starr; while Ian Colletti paralleled events as the tragic Eugene Root/Arseface, accompanied by Noah Taylor as Adolf Hitler: the latter pair apparent prisoners/fugitives of Hell. Betty "Split" Buckley; Colin "Falling Skies" Cunningham; and "Nashville" stars Jeremy Childs and Liz McGeever now distinguish the Season 3 ensemble.


As much as I revere the show's bold bent, "Preacher" isn't a hundred percent my cup of tea. Often its socio-political droppings rub me the wrong way: its snarky residue lacking a clear-cut take on good and evil. When I do decide to watch, I must force myself to get into the right (or rather, wrong) mood, and sometimes I wonder why I even bothered. (The idea of Hilter portrayed as sympathetic has been damn jarring.) Now, my lament doesn't mean I believe the show is devoid of worthy food for thought, for it does present some interesting designs on life and death and (despite the vague elucidation) right and wrong, though its conceptual borders generally get blurred to a frustrating fault. 


Since Season 2, the series has turned much more "On the Road". Along its dusty trail, producers Seth Rogan, Sam Catlin and Evan Goldberg have planted thematic traces of "El Mariachi"; "From Dusk Till Dawn"; "Pulp Fiction"; "Evil Dead"; and when it's dared to get holier-than-thou, "Star Trek V: the Final Frontier" (and therefore, "Way to Eden", "The Apple", and "Spectre of the Gun", per precursor association). 


Sometimes the show strives too hard to be clever with its gory slapstick and garrulous emulations, when I suspect it could succeed on its own quirky accord. As Custer swings back to his childhood station, Angelville, we'll see just how focused and unique the scenarios can be...or not.

Anyhoo, if you're seeking somethin' different, yet sprinkled with distorted, theological and pop-cultural citations, "Preacher" might be that freakish gem to hit the spot.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Preacher Returns: AMC Blesses Season 2


The initial season of Sam Caitlin/Evan Goldberg/Seth Rogan's "Preacher", based on the DC/Vertigo's cult comic by Steve Dillon and Garth Ennis, ended on a "Star Trek V"/"If you're God..." dangler. As AMC leads us into Season 2, an alleged, richer exploration regarding the Lord's whereabouts begins. 


In truth, the series now becomes more of an official road trip of sorts, but then even when stationary, "Preacher" had that kind of feel. Its characters, after all, always seemed to be in search of something, if not new, bizarre scenarios, than certainly their places in life. 


Again leading the ensemble is the "Genesis blessed" Jesse Custer (Dominic Cooper), who's accompanied by his gutsy gal, Tulip O'Hare (Ruth Negga); his tipsy vampire buddy, Cassidy (Joseph Gilgun), and the woeful but sincere Arseface (Ian Colietti).


To propel the headliners along, Graham McTavish's mysterious Cowboy (aka The Saint of Killers) is on their trail, fringed by regulars portrayed by Anatol Yusef; Tom Brooke; W. Earl Brown; Julie Ann Emery; Lucy Griffiths; Noah Taylor; Pip Torrens; Derek Wilson; and the always fascinating Jackie Earle Haley.  


The first season's storytelling sometimes felt sadistic, but then such was rather characteristic of the DC/Vertigo comic. Still, it would be nice to see Season 2 plunge more seriously into its mystical concerns and leave the wise-ass humor behind. (On the other hand, I once thought "Army of Darkness" would have played better straight than snarky, but have since revised my opinion...)


All the same, the atmospheric flow of Season 2 could, indeed, make or break the show, but before a decision for renewal comes, we at least have a hardy thirteen episodes to digest. If the series maintains its fan base (and its voice is heard via letter, email and the like), Season 3 seems pretty much guaranteed. 

For now, Custer's weird trek recommences Sunday, June 25, following (for better or worse) AMC's lackluster "Fear the Walking Dead"; thereafter, it'll be stationed on Mondays at 9 pm, where it has a better chance of expanding its viewership.