For its foray into the depths of human possibility and its fun with the prurience of scandal and semi-depravity, I give this episode of L & O a hearty recommendation.
Not a false note is sounded even by minor characters; the church janitor, the ubiquitous secretary, the chantry CEO, the defense lawyer all pierce with recognisable authenticity.
Anson Mount as the Reverend James Sterling is so physically beautiful it's hard to believe he's pulling off a tour de force of majorly insightful acting; his every exhale is a revelation of self loathing and desperation with enough confidence and belief therein to fortify a backbone of evangelicism that's compelling to watch and hard not to want to possess.
His persona is nourished by his icy and gorgeous wife (Julie Benz), a woman so physically attractive she practically proves he's straight.
The cast-aside boyfriend, the briefly-glimpsed-in-life victim, the random parishioners offside all lend texture to a believable world of earnest phoniness.
From Chelsea to Peekskill, we swirl around a universe of lifestyles risqué to pristine with the option of calling any one of them our own pit stop: semi-religious stockbroker, zillionaire movie producer, cherubic busboy.
We want the possibility of uncomplicated redemption to be true.
Not a false note is sounded even by minor characters; the church janitor, the ubiquitous secretary, the chantry CEO, the defense lawyer all pierce with recognisable authenticity.
Anson Mount as the Reverend James Sterling is so physically beautiful it's hard to believe he's pulling off a tour de force of majorly insightful acting; his every exhale is a revelation of self loathing and desperation with enough confidence and belief therein to fortify a backbone of evangelicism that's compelling to watch and hard not to want to possess.
His persona is nourished by his icy and gorgeous wife (Julie Benz), a woman so physically attractive she practically proves he's straight.
The cast-aside boyfriend, the briefly-glimpsed-in-life victim, the random parishioners offside all lend texture to a believable world of earnest phoniness.
From Chelsea to Peekskill, we swirl around a universe of lifestyles risqué to pristine with the option of calling any one of them our own pit stop: semi-religious stockbroker, zillionaire movie producer, cherubic busboy.
We want the possibility of uncomplicated redemption to be true.