Oh man, this episode. Oh man, this episode!
Liking The Lowdown has been easy from the jump. Every line is a little gem of Dude-speak, every Tulsa location is lovingly photographed, every performance is charming, and every character is, well, a character. It is simply a personal preference (or defect, if you’re disinclined to charity) that I’m not, as a rule, all that interested in sun-baked shaggy neo-noir or the romance of the American West. Look, I dress in all black all the time, it’s tough to get me into stories about people who wear a lot of earth tones.
Add pathos and dimension to the villains, add a massive injection of scorching sexual chemistry, add a touch of genuine mystery — not mysteriousness, mystery, in the religious sense — at the end, though? I am all in now.
