1)
McNulty through this whole episode was like a walking country song,
minus the harmonica. From the opening flashback
of the episode where he practically creamed on himself talking about
the gratification of catching Stringer to the
disappointment of him not seeing Stringer before he got killed (yes,
ladies, he’s really
dead)
to let him know he finally caught him, through him getting a half-ass
moral victory by way of Avon seeing Stringer’s name on the
snitch sheet, down to that goofy ass Gomer Pyle smile he wore during
his new gig on Hill Street Blues. It looked like a fabric
softener commercial, except that smile was the only thing being
sold here. I’ve come to the conclusion that these writers
hate cops almost as much as they hate drug dealers. I mean, they
make them so miserable and stupid… and miserable.
2)
Kima... WoW
3)
Marlo won. Get over it, folks. You can front like it hasn’t,
but it HAS been there in front of us the whole season. People just
thought that Avon would eventually pull a Rocky and prevail in the
final hour (literally) like the good guy always does, despite getting
dominated for the last eight episodes. Well, first of all, he's
not a good guy. He’s a drug dealing killer. Secondly, he lost,
convincingly. That courtroom scene provoked the biggest collective
"Damn, that’s fucked up," sigh of season. Again,
get over it. This is what happens to 97% of the people who live
by street law. They either die, go to jail, or go to jail and die
4)
Avon was tired. He almost needs some rest up in the bing
to reevaluate himself. After he got the call from Slim Charles about
Marlo’s location, he made the most half hearted ready for
war-move to the “Safehouse” I’ve seen in hustling
history. He was finally getting what Stringer was trying to accomplish,
albeit he did it totally wrong. His adrenaline rush after getting
out of jail was just blinding him. Barksdale didn’t adjust
to the game. He looked older than his last name sounds. He was still
stuck in two years ago and it flat out cost him. He was the epitome
of an old hustler this whole season; a dinosaur dealing dimes on
a corner in Baltimore.
5) I mean, she was really putting in overtime on
that titty. I forgot this was television for a second. I was waiting
for Cherry Lee to make a cameo.
6) Carcetti had that court room set ablaze. He
snaked the shit out of his boy. Too bad it took him two minutes
of MLK’esque ranting to figure out what everyone else could
see coming. "Sounds like you’re running for something."
Well, no shit. You should have been seen that, dummy. He’s
a friggin’ politician named Carcetti.
7) Umm, I dunno, maybe it’s me but that free
drug zone shit fucked my head up all season. I think the world would
blow up if this really happened. The President would pull out a
big saw and cut Maryland right off the map to make up for this colossal
blunder. And if the concept wasn’t already unbelievable, how
about the weak outcry after people found out? Legalizing the drug
trade in a neighborhood? When we have people who protest for the
rights of confessed killers and sea monkeys, I’d say finding
out about a police set-up crack block is taking-it-to-the-streets
worthy. But hey, that’s just me. By the way, what the hell
happened to that lady who wouldn’t give her house up? Would
you visit your grandmoms there?
8) What a difference two months make. The way youngin
chumped Cutty with the utmost confidence and the way he looked like
Super Mario shrinking back into a plumber was just magnificent television
for every old head on the planet. Cutty has been my favorite character
the whole season. He’s got that ‘tegrity. The way his
eyes wander still make me feel uneasy, but that’s alright.
He’s for the kids and that’s what matters most. R.I.P.
Russell (Jones not Bell).
9) Young black girls, take note: This is what happens
when you bun up with not one but two hustlers. They get shot dead,
by friends, Muslims and gay people. Think she'll go for three? Hmm,
where's Boddie? Oh yeah, standing at the crossroads of his corner
career. "Which way do I go, which way do I go?"
10) Young black girls, take note: That’s
how you suck a titty...well, it is.
WRAP
UP
Finally to tie things up here, I read something a couple of months
ago about how the writers wanted to draw correlations between the
war in Iraq and the upcoming season. They did a nice job from the
Two Towers being blown up right off the bat, temporarily halting
the drug trade to only later be sanctioned by the government of
all places *gasp*. I could have done without McNulty Pyle finding
the Wealth of Nations book at Stringers house. A bit overkill.
But the Slim Charles line (of the season, might I add) "If
it’s a lie, then we fight on that lie,” was about
as good as it gets on TV (*see #’s 2,5 & 10).
Hopefully HBO will come to its senses and bring The Wire
back next year. I heard there’s a chance they may can it.
It’s not the fault of this wonderful cast and their writers
that a) it’s compared to The Sopranos, which has
a fixed cult following based on Mafia Life, and b) they run head
to head with Sunday Night Football and The Desperate
& Horny White Lady Diaries. For this show to end so abrupt
based on those factors would leave me and many of its other fans
most unsatisfied… You know, like the opposite of Kima’s
new friend?