Gentlemen, if you have not seen the epic ensemble-cast drama, Yellowstone, may I say, I HIGHLY recommend it. The series follows the Dutton family, who own supposedly the largest ranch in the FUSA – something on the order of 200,000 acres, which I gather is something like 809 sq. Km., i.e. approximately a third the size of Rhode Island. (For non-Americans, this translates as, “REALLY FRACKIN’ ENORMOUS“.) The whole series is all about the attempts of the patriarch, John Dutton III, to keep his ranch and his family together, even though his kids are completely dysfunctional, and everyone and his dog wants a piece of his land.
The lead role, played superbly by the one and only Kevin Costner, is indeed a beacon of true patriarchal masculinity:
That is not to say he is the best possible father and leader. He just does the best he can, with what he has. Of course, he makes a lot of morally questionable (at best) decisions, that lead to a lot of problems, but you have to admire the unabashed, unapologetic masculine tone of the series. This is a show all about family, land, and tribe.
I am about halfway through Season 1, and I have to say, it has been impressive so far.
Of course, Mr. Costner does not necessarily have the best reputation when it comes to acting – anyone who has ever watched Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves can attest to how good that movie really is (in large part, thanks to everyone BUT Costner), and how terrible his English “accent” is:
Whoops. Sorry. Wrong clip – though ENTIRELY apropros, because of what it actually mocks:
I have to say, though, despite the shockingly bad “British” accents, the film remains a standout from my childhood. I really enjoyed it as a kid. For a 6-year-old watching it for the first time (as I was, way back then), the scenes featuring the late, great Alan Rickman as the Sheriff of Nottingham, and especially that crazy witch, were utterly terrifying.
If you are bored out of your gourd and short of something to do (as I have been for the last few days), give the series a try, and see what happens.
Right, that’s it for the philosophising for one day. Let’s get straight to the reason why you are actually here.
This here is Sophie Muller – she might have that whole “heavy metal umlaut” thing in her name, too – from Krautland, age probably 23 or so. I have no idea what else she does, other than Instathottery.
Happy Friday and weekend, y’all. Enjoy yourselves, and try not to drink too much.