Gratuitous Ricky Whittle

And speaking of Mr. Whittle, the third season of American Gods has recaptured a lot of the magic that was lost in Season 2. I almost didn't even bother watching this year, but I've been pleasantly surprised. The story is still all over the place and I miss several of the characters that are just gone, but my (pardon the pun) gods, the cinematography…

Truly magical.

Art Imitates Life

But America, too, can take issue with a woman of power. It finds ways of cutting her down. Of punishing her for her daring to be. And our girl, after a while, even she forgot there's a queen inside. And there is no end to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women." ~ Mr. Nancy, American Gods Season 1 Episode 8

American Gods Went Out With a Bang

Season One of American Gods wrapped up last night, and while it answered many of the questions it's posed, it has also left me wanting so much more. Only 8 episodes? That seems like just a prologue! Really STARZ?

Okay, I get it. This wild, crazy, visually stunning show is an expensive undertaking. The sets, constuming, and special effects are absolutely cinematic. But only 8 episodes and we have to wait how long for Season Two?

Absolutely Beautiful

A lot has been written the past few days about the very passionate and graphic gay love scene—between two Middle Eastern men, no less—in the most recent episode of American Gods. Indeed, it was wonderful and in many ways groundbreaking and left me applauding the writers and actors, but what really got me about this all-around awesome episode was the opening.

If there is an afterlife, this is the afterlife I want to experience.