I was a loyal watcher for the first two seasons, but so far Season Three is a long slow slog. Bobby Cannavale as a ruthless Italian thug with a hair-trigger (much like Joe Pesci in "
Wise Guys" "Goodfellas") is laboring to keep things interesting. I miss Jimmy Darmody (Michael Pitt) and his lesbian artist wife (Alleksa Palladino), who were both killed off at the end of Season Two. The characters left from that story arc, his prostitute mother (Gretchen Moll) and fellow war veteran Richard Harrow (Jack Huston) haven't been given much to do, although they hold promise.
Part of the problem is that Steve Buscemi's Nucky Thompson is depressed and increasingly estranged from his wily do-gooder wife (Kelly Macdonald), and ex-FBI man Michael Shannon is also emasculated and laid low--for the moment. More Michael Stuhlbarg and Michael K. Williams, please!
Let's hope that the show, created by Terence Winter, who exec produces with Martin Scorsese, Mark Wahlberg, Stephen Levinson and Van Patten, picks up some momentum and drama. HBO must have reason to believe there is life left in it.