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The Wire, Mon Amour By
Amanda
on February 20, 2008 5:23 PM | | Comments (0)

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Can I just say this one thing: The Wire is the best show ever made in the history of television and even the second best needs to step back to a respectable distance behind. I love Dexter, The Simpsons of course has paid its dues, Deadwood is somewhere up there, I ache for the return of Battlestar Galactica. There are many other worthy candidates from earlier eras. But the top spot is taken, folks, now and forevermore: It's The Wire.

My compatriots can perhaps be forgiven for ignorance since whatever commercial channel has the rights buried the first couple of seasons so deep amongst the Guthy-Renkers as to require spelunking skills to find it. But find it you must.

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Oh sure, but don't be put off by the fact it's a cop show. It's a cop show in the way Crime and Punishment is a cop novel. In fact, it is like a novel. Here's where it starts: journalist David Simon spends a year embedded with the Baltimore PD Homicide unit and writes a book "Homicide: A Year on the KIlling Streets" about it. That's one of my favourite books. NBC picks it up and Barry Levinson and Tom Fontana turn it into the ground-breaking TV show Homicide: Life on the Streets. But Simon doesn't have anything to do with that until coming on as a writer in one of the later seasons. But The Wire (and an earlier mini-series The Corner) is Simon's baby from beginning to end.

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And it is about to end. I have seen the first seven episodes of the fifth and final season, and am about to press play on number 8. There are only 10 episodes. 8. 9 . 10. That's all that's left and I don't want it to end, I want it to always be there. I want to watch it in slow-mo, the way you hover over every word on a novel you can't imagine being finished.

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The centre of the show is always the police and "the corner" (the street and drug world.) But each season an extra element has been added: 2 was dock workers, 3 was City Hall, 4 was City Hall and the schools, 5 is City Hall and the media. So really, and Simon has said this many times, it is not about cops and thugs, it's about a city,

really about the American city, and about how we live together. It's about how institutions have an effect on individuals, and how...whether you're a cop, a longshoreman, a drug dealer, a politician, a judge [or] lawyer, you are ultimately compromised and must contend with whatever institution you've committed to.


You can barely single out a character or a performance because the astounding quality, like the turtles, goes all the way down. I filter the news through The Daily Show and I filter the news through The Wire. I mean, when I'm watching CNN or the 7.30 Report, you have to put a bit of de-spin on the thing to see through it.

It goes without saying then it has been ignored in the ratings and by the awards people. You know. I liked The Sopranos just fine but if 1% of the gold statues rained down on that show trickled off to The Wire the world be be a much more just place today.

I could go one forever, but I really have to go watch episode eight a few times.

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Oh and between the Dostoyevskian and Dickensian and Orwellian and Shakespearian drama, sometimes Lance Reddick takes off his shirt.

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