Summering On The Couch: “John From Cincinnati” Causes Gawker Reader To Weep For Luis Guzman

Sometimes TV scripts make no sense. That’s when they’re metaphysical.

All summer we’ve been so confused by the critical praise HBO is heaping on itself for the show, “John From Cincinnati.” There’s surfing and some kind of new age hoo-ha with really bad dialogue, but no plot. We think an interview with the show’s creator sums it up best when he said (and we paraphrase), “There’s no real reason to know what the show is about.” Now we learn via Gawker that, not only has “John From Cincinnati” been cancelled, it’s inspired at least one of their readers to email the following long, but entertaining, rant:

Despite shoehorning in several good cast members—I weep for Luis Guzman—and rubbing our nose in the fact that Deadwood was superior in every way by using/abusing several actors from its fine cast, this is a self-indulgent, badly styled, mumbo-jumbo spiritual with no whiff of a coherent plot, bad dialogue (BAD DIALOGUE!! From the man who brought us Ian McShane and his Shakespearian delivery of “Loopy Fuckin Cunt!” ) and a general fuck-you to what’s left of a once- loyal audience. To David Milch, I say: Fuck You Sir. I’d be honored to drop kick John right back to Cincinnati, and to send the Yosts and their “colorful friends,” all strapped firmly into their fucking VW bus with the brake lines cut, into a high, rough sea. Any survivors washing ashore would be clubbed to death with the script.

Clubbing bad characters with bad scripts. Now that’s an HBO show we’d TiVo.

AND NOW THEY’RE DEAD [Gawker]