John from Cincinnati is a beautiful poem we hear recited, in a language which we do not understand. We are attracted to, and swayed by, the meter, without really understanding any of the words, the components, or the content.
In McLuhanesque terms, John from Cincinnati is all medium and no message.
Consider this an elaboration of the point I made on Sunday - in John from Cincinatti Concludes - about the series being a murky jewel, which, however much we may hold up to the light, however much we may squint at, we can still see any more clearly...
But see also: John from Cincinnati is ... Neo in the Matrix!
See also reviews of episodes: Episode One ... Episode Two ... Episode Three ... Episode Four ... Episode 5 ... Episode 6 ... Episode 7 ... Episode 8 ... Episode 9 ... Episode 10
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