Gabriel and Robert, thank you for repeatedly sharing your obsessive thoughts about The Wire with me. As you know, I typically only listen to people's entertainment recommendations if they hammer it into me like a cerebral gangbang. But with you guys, it only takes gentle nudging outside the rim.
Last night I stayed up until 4:00 AM, consecutively watching the last five episodes of The Wire's first season. The show is unarguably great on multiple levels: crackling dialogue, cool characters, and a twisty narrative that steps outside traditional structure. (Each episode doesn't really have a beginning, middle, and end; the entire season is like one long episode divided into 13 parts.) I love Andre Royo's bouncy drug addict/informant, Bubbles; Sonja Sohn's feisty lesbian cop, Greggs; and Dominic West's defiant, charismatic, and oh-so-manly McNulty. And the chess-in-the-projects scene, as well as the "fuck" investigation scene, are amazing.
But I've got to tell you. I don't love The Wire. I really don't. I have deep respect and admiration for the show, and I understand why people fawn over it, and I'm perfectly happy if it wins Emmys, but, for me, it is not the second coming of Christ. I don't dote on it the way I do 24 or The Office or Arrested Development or South Park or Sports Night, etc. And if I'm going to spend hours and days and weeks and months watching a series, then, man, I'd better love it so much that I want to fuck it. So, no, I do not want to fuck The Wire.
Please post Season Two, Three, and Four spoilers here, so I don't get tricked into spending more time on this show.