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"We hope HBO reconsiders and puts it on. That'd be the best solution for everyone," Thomason says. "We just want to move it, and if there's anyone out there that likes it, it'd be nice of them to help us to move it. Trust me, it would have been good."
Well, we ain't gotta trust Thomason—he shot Buzz all six episodes, and truth is, the sumbitch wasn't half-bad. A little broad for our tastes—like the "retard" daughter who wants more than anything to be an Idlewild deb, or the gold-digger named Montserrat who talks like a Bond villain, or the way in which every single character cops a store-bought Texas accent. In other words, it ain't exactly The Sopranos.
Still, it's dopey fun—Dallas turned on its cowboy hat, with Tomlin as the wise ol' lefty channeling pal Ann Richards, while the rest of the family is up to its ass in shenanigans and nonsense. And you have to admire the way the producers tried their best to make the show seem like it had genuine Dallas roots, with its copious references to Harry Hines Boulevard, Keller's, Preston Trail Golf Club (depicted here as an all-white haven in which men with chesticles roam the restaurant) and, no shit, even good ol' "Sheriff Valdez." And Kinky Friedman even shows up, playing a private party in Possum Kingdom. That Buzz don't buy for one second.