oh my god, Internet
oh my actual god
everything is plastic hair and nothing hurts
Netflix, who made everything right again by announcing they’re bringing back Arrested Development, will further their goodwill by bringing back The Sopranos Silvio Dante. Well, technically it’s just Steven Van Zandt, but he’ll be playing a very familiar-sounding New York City gangster.
In the upcoming Netflix crime comedy, which will be available to subscribers starting Feb. 6, Van Zandt stars as Frank “The Fixer” Tagliano, a mobster who enters the federal witness-protection program after ratting out his boss and relocates to Lillehammer, Norway, in what Netflix is calling “a gripping fish-out-of-water story.” [source: EW]
IDK how I can possibly list all the things that I love about this, I start with the fact that he is clearly going to a) put his girl-fronted baby bands in it and b) try to get as much of Comrade Van Zandt's Fuck Yeah Socialism Hour in there as possible, and then I just devolve into flapping my hands and making ridiculous noises. Someone on my flist asked about non-traditional comfort food media awhile back, and I explained how Sopranos
is mine because among other things, one time I had a full-on flashback in front of Little Steven during a Springsteen show and he proceeded to get super-concerned, make a security guard get a pack of tissues, and spend the rest of the freaking concert trying to cheer me up. And then four days before my birthday this shit gets announced and basically I feel, at this point, like the only people who love me more than he does may be the ones who are actually related to me. ( Trailer, mildly NSFW )
I just can't even, Internet, I just can't even. Everything is plastic hair and nothing hurts.
In completely unrelated news, as I mentioned the other day, my mother and I have been mainlining DS9 in an attempt to get through as much as possible before she leaves the country; we're up to "The Maquis, Part I". Most of my thoughts involve Cardassians, like how Dukat basically hits on everyone ever and I cannot explain why I consider this so fucking hilarious, and also how there really is just no way to interpret Bashir and Garak but as banging, and I say that as someone who was never really all that convinced by Fraser/Kowalski or various other ginormous slash OTPs until I realized that it wasn't that I didn't see it, it was just that I didn't give a fuck.
TBH things have been going suspiciously well the past few days in general, I'm just sort of narrowing my eyes and waiting for the other shoe to drop b/c that is apparently the kind of cynical asshole I have become. You know you love me.