Fall approaches swiftly–which is a relief for some, and a disappointment for others. But while those others are asking themselves, ‘where the hell did summer go?’, we here at BULLETT are gearing ourselves up for September, and with it the re-introduction of our weekly raison d’etre. That’s right: the bathtub gin-flavored, Scorcese-infused dish that is Boardwalk Empire, back on September 25th for another rousing twelve episodes. We’ve been obsessed with the show from the start and we’ve made no secret of it (just look at our Fall issue line-up).
The trademark of a great show is a cast of characters that you’re always on the fence about, and Boardwalk certainly fits the criteria. The start of a new season introduces a new set of speculations. Will Steve Buscemi come to take on a Don Draper-like sphynixity this season? Does knowing Al Capone‘s history make him any less adorable on the show? Are the lesbians only interesting because they’re lesbians? And Michael Pitt is so beautiful that I can never quite tell whether his character is interesting at all.
But Boardwalk is mainly a contender for greatness because of its soundtrack, its emotional pull, its epic narration of a country first forging its morals. An hour in the week devoted to spectacle, muted pastels and tinny gramophone accompaniment is simply an imperative in modern life, and so we’re glad we don’t have to go without it for much longer. And also because it’s been conclusively proven that Steve Buscemi needs to always be in our lives in some capacity, or the country experiences withdrawal symptoms.