Still loving "Deadwood" for its complex interweaving plots and the superb language, like a drunken revivalist preacher heavily influenced by gangsta rap --- Al Swearengen's soliloquies specifically. However, it's been four episodes so far this season, and I'm starting to feel like the Ramsbottoms when they went to the seaside in Mariott Edgar's poem:
Well they didn't think much to the ocean,
The waves, they was piddling and small.
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.
Look, Shakespearian speeches, flawed heroes, wheels within wheels, dastardly villains, top-notch acting, and exquisite characterization can only get you so far. If someone doesn't get brutally beaten in the streets in the next few episodes, I shall complain to David Milch. What is this, Paint Your Wagon?