{"id":217,"date":"2008-10-12T18:14:55","date_gmt":"2008-10-12T06:14:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dfmamea.com\/blog\/?p=217"},"modified":"2012-10-19T12:09:54","modified_gmt":"2012-10-18T23:09:54","slug":"the-shield-in-memorandum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dfmamea.com\/blog\/the-shield-in-memorandum\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shield – In Memorandum"},"content":{"rendered":"

Six years I’ve waded<\/a> faithfully – or is it blindly? – through The Shield<\/a>‘s rising turpitude, its serpentine storylining brushing unseen against my immersed body, the show’s writing satisfying the need to resolve each ep’s crime-of-the-week while each season’s<\/em> caper<\/span> escapade<\/span> escalating crisis builds towards a season ending that’s as welcome – and inevitable – as dementia. Lately I’ve been flashing on Alan Moore<\/a> and Neil Gaiman<\/a>‘s comics runs in the eighties and nineties – each and every ep, I’m led down back-of-my-hand familiar back- and dead-end-alleys, and each time I reach the end, whatever I find is a). not<\/em> what I expect and b). the most obvious or logical thing in the world.<\/p>\n

My TradeMe<\/a> connections brought me right up to Season 6. The final season (Season 7) is half-way through its run in the States as I type this. And thanks to my leetle frien’<\/a>, I’m just a few days behind them.<\/p>\n

It’s all building towards a James Ellroy<\/a> ending. And just like in Ellroy’s L.A. Quartet<\/em>, the following thoughts are uppermost in my mind with this final season:<\/p>\n