FROM: MSARACEN@DILLON.DSD.TX.EDU
TO: OFFENSELSTSRV@DILLON.DSD.TX.EDU
RE: PLAY
GUYS, UH, I THINK, UH, I THINK WE SHOULD RUN PRO LEFT UH 33 COUNTER TRAP. MATT
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THIS MESSAGE, INCLUDING ANY ATTACHMENTS, MAY CONTAIN PRIVILEGED, CONFIDENTIAL, AND/OR INSIDE INFORMATION. DISSEMINATION AND/OR USE OF THIS COMMUNICATION BY ANYONE OTHER THAN AN AUTHORIZED RECIPIENT IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED AND MAY BE UNLAWFUL: Folks, that is why I watch television. A showcase for Landry, and Jesse Plemons (with typically excellent support from Adrianne Palicki; who knew from North Shore, South Beach, and Robinsons: Lost in Space (original title: West Cove) that she had the chops?) certainly was up to the task. I don't want to defend all of Landry's behavior throughout the episode, but let's face it, I think a lot of us were Landry at some point in our lives, and even if it wasn't comfortable, his emotional myopia at the end of the episode rang true.
And as usual, the show gave us one moment of frame-by-frame mute-button acting master class, this time in the cuts from Landry achingly unwilling to do what he knows he has to do, to Mrs. Coach realizing that the problem was deeper than she wanted it to be, to Tyra answering the door and looking through Mrs. Coach to the car with her Kill Lyla Garrity eyes, to Landry fidgeting in the car and then looking away.
I know Alan has his beautiful-corpse theory for why it might be best to end FNL now, but after tonight I really can't bear the thought, likely as it may be (and as Alan reports, it may be likelier now than it was a few weeks ago).
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