It made me cry (twice)
Having spent the last few days watching the entire first season of Queer as Folk USA [yes, I'm well aware I'm 3 seasons behind, but I also bought seasons 2 and 3 on dvd and am downloading 4 off kazaa now!] I finally arrived at the last episode. All I can say is *shiver*:
The juxtaposition of Brian and Justin's prom dance, in all its romantic glory, and the brutal attack scene was so strong that I burst into tears - quite a feat considering I have only cried three times since the age of 9. [not emotionally retarded - just have a wonderful life :-)]. I suppose the music, one of my favourite choral pieces, Parce Mihi Domine [Save Me, O Lord], was also responsible as it played hauntingly in the background as Brian finally showed his true feelings for Justin and broke down in front of Michael. A fitting climax to a great first season, so much so that I watched the episode again [how I love Baz Lurhman's Happy Feet - the scarfing scene music] - and cried again from the attack onwards. [me sooo sad *lol*]
On a more positive note, I have a 25yr old French post-grad Law student coming to look at the spare room. I'm hoping for beauté, capacités artistiques, un accent sexy et cetera but no doubt I shall get arrogance, un béret, et souffle d'ail et d'oignon [onion and garlic breath]...we shall see.
*lol* I really shouldn't hold such stereotypes being 1/8 French, 1/4 American and 5/8 English. Ah the joys of having two great-great grandparents who were french, an american grandfather and english parents
The juxtaposition of Brian and Justin's prom dance, in all its romantic glory, and the brutal attack scene was so strong that I burst into tears - quite a feat considering I have only cried three times since the age of 9. [not emotionally retarded - just have a wonderful life :-)]. I suppose the music, one of my favourite choral pieces, Parce Mihi Domine [Save Me, O Lord], was also responsible as it played hauntingly in the background as Brian finally showed his true feelings for Justin and broke down in front of Michael. A fitting climax to a great first season, so much so that I watched the episode again [how I love Baz Lurhman's Happy Feet - the scarfing scene music] - and cried again from the attack onwards. [me sooo sad *lol*]
On a more positive note, I have a 25yr old French post-grad Law student coming to look at the spare room. I'm hoping for beauté, capacités artistiques, un accent sexy et cetera but no doubt I shall get arrogance, un béret, et souffle d'ail et d'oignon [onion and garlic breath]...we shall see.
*lol* I really shouldn't hold such stereotypes being 1/8 French, 1/4 American and 5/8 English. Ah the joys of having two great-great grandparents who were french, an american grandfather and english parents