The Wire: Hot Shots
Season 2, Episode 3
Written By: David
Simon, from a story by Simon and Ed Burns
Directed By:
Elodie Keene
One of the
most difficult adjustments that David Simon had to make when writing and
producing the second season of The Wire
was to let go of almost every one of his original locations. In many great
television series, there are locations and sets that become a character
themselves—the main deck of the Battlestar Galatica, the Bluth model home, or
Counter Terrorist Offices of Jack Bauer. But in this second season, we’ve
abandoned almost every location save for the homicide offices. Gone is the low
rises and Orlando’s strip club and instead we get the shipping docks and the church.
It’s a bold move that changes a lot of the ways we view how location creates
character, though the cinematography of Uta Briesweitz (who I still argue is
the visual auteur of the show) keeps us in the same leveled realism with a
shade of dark gray morality.
As you
might tell, there’s not so much heavy in theme for this episode, entitled “Hot
Shots,” or at least the narratives being spun together have little in common
with each other. Each is great in its own right, though not as much stands out
visually. We've also got the return of Omar, which will be fun to watch.
There is however, one great moment
of subversive television. Last week, we learned about the kid who let the girls
be used for sex and then had to kill them all, a reveal that seemed quite early
for the main mystery of this season. While visiting the morgue, McNulty puts
the entire case together and rushes to tell Bunk and Freamon. However, before
he can get a word out, Bunk and Freamon put the entire case together themselves
and tell McNulty the story. It’s a great moment of playing on expectations, and
it’s a risky move by Mr. Simon and stating that The Wire is not a police procedural. While the killer is still unknown
(and without a face or fingers), the focus for us can now shift to really
seeing who these men that run the cargo holds actually are.
Unfortunately,
at least one plot will be a nuisance all season, that of Frank’s son Ziggy.
It’s obvious what Ziggy represents in this second season of The Wire, a young ambitious kid who
wants more than his daddy will give him (the scene in which the bartender gives
a financial gift to a worker of Frank serves two purposes: to see the
generosity of Frank, and let Ziggy feel jealous that he never receives the same
treatment). But it still sucks that Ziggy is a whiny and young idiot who is
over his head, and can only go down one route. Here he works with his cousin
Nick to sell illegal cameras, and while Nick is level headed and knows the
score, Ziggy’s over ambition and greed make him much more frustrating. In
season one, with younger characters like Wallace and D’Angelo, Mr. Simon knew
how to make them intelligent and sympathetic; I hope Ziggy can change as well.
A character
Mr. Simon has been able to change completely is Prez, now complaining to his
father-in-law about the detail he is on. Prez isn’t smart enough yet to keep
his mouth shut about what went wrong in the Barksdale case, and he gives
Valcheck leverage on Burell for shutting down what could have taken down half
of Baltimore, though Valcheck uses that information for his own gain. However, he’s
an example of a character who seemed like the most annoying character to start
the show, and has easily become a favorite of mine.
The final
plot line of the episode deals with D’Angelo and Avon, starting to take control
of the prison, and D’Angelo’s ambivalence to the family. Stringer visits D’Angelo’s girl Donette and
convinces her to go visit him, though not before Stringer and her enjoy a night
together (to be fair to D’Angelo, he spent all of last season with another
woman). Still attempting to regain their foothold in the business, Avon has a
rival dealer’s heroin shipment into the prison spiked, and a number of junkies
are poisoned. Not before Avon gets D’Angelo to lay off his own addiction, thus
killing two birds with one stone. We end as Avon sits silently in the back of
his cell, listening to the pain outside his door. Even from inside the jail
cells, this man still controls the streets.
No comments:
Post a Comment