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Y'all caught up with Claws right? You took my recommendations, plural, you watched the first season, and then you had the common sense to see it's one of the funniest strangest and somehow sweetest things on TV right now, and so now you're addicted... right? Good. The first two episodes of the second season have been as batshit enchanting as ever, introducing an already legendary in my mind performance from Franka Potente as a colorful (understatement!) Georgian Mob Boss - we've adored Franka since Run Lola Run and been dismayed at how under-served she's been in the years since so this is a treat.
And then of course there's Jack Kesy seen here as the affable douche-bag Roller, be still my "heart." (Although we are all just waiting for Jane Adams to show back up to torment him, right?) Gah this show. I love it so. Y'all better be watching! I'm so tired of things I love going away (cue the sad strings)...
