Midge's Late Night TV Set Finale | The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel | Prime Video
Today is a terrible day for me.
I tried to stretch it out, dilute, and procrastinate watching the last season of "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel."
But there was nothing to be done: the final episode has arrived.
The End, my only friend: a'il never lùc intu iòr àis eghèn.
It's pointless to explain (I HATE explaining) the sparkling dialogues by Amy Sherman-Palladino - already beloved in "Gilmore Girls," which unfortunately was translated in Italy as the desolate "Una mamma per amica" - nor the paroxysm of talent from a stellar cast, nor a script that runs like a Swiss clock, nor the evocative locations and the delightful outfits.
It begins in the early fifties, a period I associate with the carefree flourishes of Fred & Ginger, musicals, pure entertainment shows, that America that knew how to do these things divinely, with elegance.
Then, through a series of never didactic flashbacks, we arrive at the eighties.
The most beautiful series I have ever seen ends here. Just like that. Without violence, shootouts, sex unless implied; which is more exciting than a thousand Porn Hub.
Two "Ah"
1) Yes, I know my feminine side is predominant, but I've never done anything to hide it.
2) Yes, I know this might seem more like a review than a watch, but this way I avoid the infamous DeBasiche stars, capable of instilling fear in anyone with less than four fingers of hair on their stomach. Pciuck!
Today is a terrible day for me.
I tried to stretch it out, dilute, and procrastinate watching the last season of "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel."
But there was nothing to be done: the final episode has arrived.
The End, my only friend: a'il never lùc intu iòr àis eghèn.
It's pointless to explain (I HATE explaining) the sparkling dialogues by Amy Sherman-Palladino - already beloved in "Gilmore Girls," which unfortunately was translated in Italy as the desolate "Una mamma per amica" - nor the paroxysm of talent from a stellar cast, nor a script that runs like a Swiss clock, nor the evocative locations and the delightful outfits.
It begins in the early fifties, a period I associate with the carefree flourishes of Fred & Ginger, musicals, pure entertainment shows, that America that knew how to do these things divinely, with elegance.
Then, through a series of never didactic flashbacks, we arrive at the eighties.
The most beautiful series I have ever seen ends here. Just like that. Without violence, shootouts, sex unless implied; which is more exciting than a thousand Porn Hub.
Two "Ah"
1) Yes, I know my feminine side is predominant, but I've never done anything to hide it.
2) Yes, I know this might seem more like a review than a watch, but this way I avoid the infamous DeBasiche stars, capable of instilling fear in anyone with less than four fingers of hair on their stomach. Pciuck!
macmaranza
6 oct 23
DeRank ™: 18,00
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