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Oh, fangirl...
So, in my "I'm going through BSG withdrawal, gimme some god-damned Trucco, Netflix!" state, I got them to (FINALLY OMG) send me the two discs of CSI with his episodes on them.
I'd seen the Vegas episode before, which cracked me the hell up as soon as it started playing. Of course. I saw it the first time it was broadcast. And I didn't know it was Trucco, then. I couldn't even remember who did what (which led to the following exchange: Lyss: Trucco shot a man! In Vegas! Timey: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and doesn't go with you to Caprica when you become a pyramid player.). It did, however, mean that I remembered some of it.
But. Dude. I watched almost three seasons of CSI? wtf?
It did, however, remind me of the fact that a) I love Catherine. b) Greg Dourdan? Still hot. c) Brass is a strange little man.
Not enough to make me want to watch more, however.
Sadly, after the somewhat decent mediocrity of CSI: Vegas, we moved on to CSI: Miami. And, boy.
David Caruso can not act.
At all. Every. Single. Scene the man was in was the most painful thing to watch. Ever. And there was no SPEED. THERE WAS NO LUCAS. I was robbed, man.
Even the Calleigh was very low-key.
Luckily, Trucco was having sex with a woman. (sidenote: in the other episode, he's got a tattoo on his arm, and they put him in a shirt with no sleeves. SMART producers. Though, now I worry that Anders will end up with a tattoo signifying anger, rage, and vengeance...)
SEX. Yes. Sex with a woman in an elevator, and she bit him (HI KARA). And he was all, slightly-floppy hair and cuteness. And. Um.
Can we clone him? It would be only fair.
But. Dear god does David Caruso suck donkey ass through a straw.
(please note: I do understand that Trucco DOES NOT EQUAL SAM ANDERS. That said, he does play to a certain type.)
I'd seen the Vegas episode before, which cracked me the hell up as soon as it started playing. Of course. I saw it the first time it was broadcast. And I didn't know it was Trucco, then. I couldn't even remember who did what (which led to the following exchange: Lyss: Trucco shot a man! In Vegas! Timey: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and doesn't go with you to Caprica when you become a pyramid player.). It did, however, mean that I remembered some of it.
But. Dude. I watched almost three seasons of CSI? wtf?
It did, however, remind me of the fact that a) I love Catherine. b) Greg Dourdan? Still hot. c) Brass is a strange little man.
Not enough to make me want to watch more, however.
Sadly, after the somewhat decent mediocrity of CSI: Vegas, we moved on to CSI: Miami. And, boy.
David Caruso can not act.
At all. Every. Single. Scene the man was in was the most painful thing to watch. Ever. And there was no SPEED. THERE WAS NO LUCAS. I was robbed, man.
Even the Calleigh was very low-key.
Luckily, Trucco was having sex with a woman. (sidenote: in the other episode, he's got a tattoo on his arm, and they put him in a shirt with no sleeves. SMART producers. Though, now I worry that Anders will end up with a tattoo signifying anger, rage, and vengeance...)
SEX. Yes. Sex with a woman in an elevator, and she bit him (HI KARA). And he was all, slightly-floppy hair and cuteness. And. Um.
Can we clone him? It would be only fair.
But. Dear god does David Caruso suck donkey ass through a straw.
(please note: I do understand that Trucco DOES NOT EQUAL SAM ANDERS. That said, he does play to a certain type.)
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I think you might get a kick out of this, then:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMOlQX6l5dg
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WORD
(and to the withdrawal as well. I miss all my shiny scifriday shows tonight. *kicks stupid skiffy*)
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http://www.planet-zhadum.com/convs/galactica2/pages/03CarrotTop.html
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