“Sons of Anarchy” showrunner Kurt Sutter is notoriously mercurial, occasionally taking breaks from writing his badass FX show to threaten bloggers and smack down blowhards on his blog. But Sutter has revealed a kinder, gentler, more self-aware approach to life as he works on Season 4, which sounds pretty awesome:
So far, the new season feels very potent… Season four is all about the club. The personalities, the history, the alliances, the conflicts — the inside dynamics of an organized outlaw enterprise. Ego, greed, violence and fear reign supreme. I’m halfway through the cut of 401 and it’s pretty f**king badass.
I know it’s stupid to get excited over a showrunner’s claims about his show’s quality, but I can’t help but be stoked for what I’m hoping is a return to greatness for “Sons of Anarchy.” But what about those changes in Sutter?
I’m exhausted by my own self-righteousness. Really. I have so many f**king opinions that feel so weighty and so relevant to the future of mankind, that I realized I’m just a f**king delusional downer. I know that sounds extreme and I don’t regret anything I’ve said, but lately I’ve become very aware that my angry outbursts serve no purpose other than to relieve some small amount of pressure from my obsessive need to be understood. And by understood, I mean loved, worshiped and adored. I’m not a dick. Okay, not all the time. […]
So, I’ve decided for the good of the village, it’s best if I drop out of all award conversation. Past, present and future. And all critic/review conversation as well. You see, I cannot separate myself from my work. I try, but it’s impossible. If you say you like me, I f**king love you. I want to drop to my knees and gargle your genitals until they’re gold-dusted milk duds (I have no idea what that means). But if you even remotely suggest you dislike something about me, I want you, your parents, your children and your pets to die a miserable, slow, painful, sexually-humiliating death.
I guess the point of this entry, other than to say I think fans are gonna dig season four, is to say that I now understand the shortcomings of my bombastic rants. Although outrageous and entertaining to some, they really serve no greater good. I’ll never effect change with the word “c*nt”. I really enjoy saying it, but I’ll never make anything better with clever vitriol. And I really want to be a guy who makes things better. It’s too f**king easy and god-lazy to be a destroyer.
Awww, I’m gonna miss the crazy ol’ Sutter. But for the record: we all love you here, Kurt. Please don’t destroy my family and pets with painful, sexually humiliating death. Especially not my dog. That would be weird.