David Milch is my favorite creator in all of television, and when people mock cinematic work for being unbearably pretentious and self-fellatingly loquacious I usually take on the role of patient Defender of The Arts... but this show was absolutely atrocious. It's like there was a gas leak...in the writer's room, on set, in the actors' trailers. Everyone suffers from constant unexplained nervous tics and freaks out each episode about some kid who keeps disappearing for a never explained reason.

Amazingly interesting if not equally aggravating in its refusal to progress its Jesus Christ like overtones.I wish it had gotten another season.