Liveblog: A2A 2.01
(No, you didn’t miss one. I’m still hanging fire halfway through 1.08. *shrugs*)
God, how blue the real world is. Blue blue blue. Poor Molly out there somewhere in it. And, of course, callback to the opening of LoM 2.01, with the hospital.
This is a gorgeous bit of cinematography/soundtracking for something that ends up being basically a cheap-joke opener. I love the flashlights.
“I’m sure DI Drake knows what a sixty-nine is.” And she GLARES at him.
Alex, baby, you want to watch it with the going around cleaning men’s boots for them. I like the spotty bra strap, though.
Gah, Falklands. Gah, MOLLY. (What show is this distorting? I think from the end credits it’s supposed to be something real, but I have no idea.)
New opening speech, which doesn’t quite work for me. (Honestly, the only one I really liked was “... and quite frankly, your guess is as good as mine.”)
Okay, I swear to god, they’re doing SOMETHING different with body language and tone of voice starting in this episode, because all I’m getting out of this exchange is “doing it, doing it, SO doing it.” The little smiles. And the eye contact. And the “I don’t say so.”
Sunnies of Justice! Oh, Alex, that’s a terrible sweater. And they keep looking at each other and smiling.
“There’s a man with a giant penis.”
… Ray knows where Princess Margaret’s dressmaker works. Ray.
“Sixth in line to the throne. Gene Hunt does not wait for sixth in line to the bloody throne.”
“All restaurants now.”
This old lady reminds me ever so slightly of the one from the Slings and Arrows Macbeth series. Same hat. And, if I haven’t mentioned it already -- I see I haven’t -- I really hate Alex’s hair this go-round. The perm was all right, and I have argued in favor of the bob with absolutely everyone, but this is just weird. Although she carries it beautifully.
“I didn’t know you had a PhD in masturbation, DI Drake.” Aww, Gene. You like it when she does that really. (
petra suggests polysyllabic dirty talk. Best idea ever or best idea EVER?)
“Maybe we could accept a contribution to the Metropolitan Police Home for the Bewildered.” Oh, Ray.
“You know, that would have taken Columbo an hour.”
… I sort of want to smooth Gene’s hair down for him. I am so far gone.
N’awwwwwwww Chris’n’Shaz. Baaaaaabies. So DOOMED.
Alex, that sweater makes you look ungainly across the hips. YOU.
And Supermack gets the Entrance.
And, okay, they’re not even trying to make him look like Not a Threat. It’s the camera angles in counterpoint to the Speech, combined with the fact that Roger Allam could sound menacing reading your grocery list. Also, anyone on this show who starts actually talking about morality is automatically the bad guy.
And so is any male authority figure who calls Alex “Alex.”
Very interesting here with Gene and authority, again: he keeps sort of wanting to trust them, despite himself. And Alex is at least slightly falling for it.
I love the detail of the two men in fatigues just casually in the background.
Gorgeous, gorgeous swooping camera movement here.
The wife is absolutely lovely here -- very tight and tense and shattered. And Alex, oh, Alex, right in with the tough questions. (Her eyes look HUGE under those bangs, that’s the one thing.) And Gene fails the empathy check HARD.
“Was Kevin with him? Where was Kevin?”
… yeah, Ray and Chris are decidedly Pratchettian in this bit. Just saying. (I could thoroughly see Deano as Fred Colon, really.) And young Hales is either a bad actor or a very good actor playing a bad actor, and I can’t quite tell which on this short of an exposure. Pretty, though.
“I’m implying that he worked in Vice!” And she’s still using the present tense.
I have no idea whether or not this house is slightly too nice for the amount of money he would have been making, but it’s making my eyebrow twitch a little.
Gene, stop treating her like a hostile witness. What the hell is going on with him here, anyway?
“Look, a copper gets his rocks off dressed up as Widow Twankey in front of hookers. It embarrasses me, it embarrasses the force, so we move on.”
“You never talk about Mrs Hunt, do you. The ex-Mrs Hunt.”
“That’s right. I don’t.”
Yeah, there’s a lot of knowledge in that exchange.
Gene’s coattail hanging out the door <3 <3 <3
Ray, still into tits in a big way, all other considerations aside.
“In your dreams.”
“I certainly hope so.”
Marshall Lancaster, still adorable.
“Well, is someone going to arrest her?”
“Why are you always in such a hurry?”
“It’s me stage persona.”
“Where’s that accent from?” And Sally goes from out-group to one of Gene’s People in one sentence. Also, waaaugh Hyde.
Gene and Alex have totally switched good-cop bloody-impatient-cop roles since the scene with the wife. It’s kind of adorable.
Yeah, on reflection, I think this is a pretty good actor playing an appalling liar.
“Oh, what are you doing down here, Sal, getting your kit off for a bunch of pervy Southerners?” Gene: like home was safer? (And Joni Newton raises her head yet again...)
“Felicity Kendal didn’t get where she is by taking her clothes off. Did she?” (Felicity Kendal was doing The Real Thing at the time, actually. Don’t ask me why I know this. I mean, it’s not relevant or anything.)
“You won’t tell my mum, will you?” OH GENE’S FACE. And Alex is so not even sure what she just witnessed.
“I’ve seen bacon grilled for longer than that. God, I’m even beginning to speak like you.”
Interview in the men’s room! Drink!
Bad, bad liar, Kevin boy. And Alex with her pretty chin stuck out not really buying a word of it. And he’s using past tense.
“Everyone does it, right?” And Alex looks over at Gene.
Oh, Ray. Oh, Shaaaaaaaaaaaz.
You’re putting Ray on friends and neighbors. RAY.
“It’s called respect. You should look it up.” Oh, GENE.
Okay, the talking dog is bloody creepy.
“After months of nothing really happening, I think today someone finally found me.” How many months? What the hell time of year is this, anyway?
Poor Luigi.
Oh, Chris.
“How’s your food?”
“I really wouldn’t know.”
Alex cracks the case!
“... Grace Jones is a lesbian?”
Oh, Sally. Oh, GENE. Darling. He really is disappointed, is the thing.
Oh, augh. Oh, augh augh augh. Oh, GENE. And his shirt all over blood. I -- I sort of hope she wasn’t a real person, but I’m not sure I believe it.
“I know why you’re here, Bolls. You only had to ask.”
“Why? Why am I here?”
“Same reason as me. To keep the streets clean, and to find this girl’s killer.”
And the thing is -- that’s it. That really is it.
Blue, STILL not Alex’s color. And Gene is on a Righteous Tear.
“Good morning. Is this the china shop?”
I’m not even sure Gene believes this -- it’s not exactly 100% plausible -- but he’s too angry to care. Oh, honey.
“SHE DIED IN MY ARMS!”
Alex was not expecting this complication.
“What’s she told you?” Not a universal phrase of the good guys, that.
“You can’t help who you fall in love with, Gene.” And Gene is really, personally offended by this.
(I wonder if Mack is a real person. I sort of think not, actually. Oh, Gene.)
Gene cracks the case!
Augh. Creepy rose is creepy.
This copter effect is freaky as fuck and I don’t know why we don’t see it in more vids.
*dies* Oh my God, I didn’t see it earlier with the jacket, but she’s wearing a corset belt.
“Alma” can mean “soul,” incidentally. Bilingual pun?
And Hales is starting to try and backtrack.
“I think he’s very attractive, I think he’s pulling the Met in the right direction, and I think he said the word ‘love’ in a police station.” Yeah, that’s a chain-pull of the highest order, that is.
“Will you put your schoolboy morality aside for one second and listen?” Good luck with that one, sweetheart.
“Have you ever been in love, Mr. Hunt?”
“Well, there was the time Wendy Barton let me put a frog down her knickers.”
Chriiiiiis.
I keep getting distracted by how extraordinarily good Gene looks in this episode.
“Fire up the photocopier.”
AhahaHA, this is totally implausible, and I don’t even care, because the show doesn’t care whether I do or not. It’s not any less believable than the magical digital enhancement on every cop show ever these days, that’s for sure.
*covets Alex’s boots, again*
Auuuugh, this is creepy (if verylittlesensical, but Martin Summers is like that. I refer you to my Summers Theory, point #16 here). I mean, I do sort of fully believe after everything that he’d pull something like this just for the lols (shoot me if I ever say that again), but I remember being totally perplexed on first viewing.
Keeley does it heartbreakingly, though.
And I pause to wonder why there isn’t any Martin Summers fic, and then I beat my head against the table until it stops.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeene <3
“Not unless I’m Saint Peter, and I find that highly unlikely, don’t you?”
Alex, you should be in a hospital. I do not like the look of you right now.
*ships like a motherfucker*
“YOU SHOT MY CAR, YOU BASTARD!”
Gene’s attempt at mediation is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
And it is so obvious in retrospect that he’s still lying.
Oh, Alex Alex. Chloroformed and drugged and that looked like at least the beginnings of a trigger episode when he had that gun pointed at you, and you’re still thinking on your feet. Alexes wobble, but they don’t fall down.
Alex cracks the case! And Gene does not want to believe that.
OH CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. *dies laughing* Attractively post-modern!
“If Mack had anything to do with Sean Irving’s death, then everything I believe in is wrong.”
“Welcome to my world.”
Alex has the self-preservation instincts of a brain-damaged lemming! Drink!
Aaaand the plot Positively Curdles.
Next up: gypsies! (Well, really, next I man up and finish 1.08, but details.)
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God, how blue the real world is. Blue blue blue. Poor Molly out there somewhere in it. And, of course, callback to the opening of LoM 2.01, with the hospital.
This is a gorgeous bit of cinematography/soundtracking for something that ends up being basically a cheap-joke opener. I love the flashlights.
“I’m sure DI Drake knows what a sixty-nine is.” And she GLARES at him.
Alex, baby, you want to watch it with the going around cleaning men’s boots for them. I like the spotty bra strap, though.
Gah, Falklands. Gah, MOLLY. (What show is this distorting? I think from the end credits it’s supposed to be something real, but I have no idea.)
New opening speech, which doesn’t quite work for me. (Honestly, the only one I really liked was “... and quite frankly, your guess is as good as mine.”)
Okay, I swear to god, they’re doing SOMETHING different with body language and tone of voice starting in this episode, because all I’m getting out of this exchange is “doing it, doing it, SO doing it.” The little smiles. And the eye contact. And the “I don’t say so.”
Sunnies of Justice! Oh, Alex, that’s a terrible sweater. And they keep looking at each other and smiling.
“There’s a man with a giant penis.”
… Ray knows where Princess Margaret’s dressmaker works. Ray.
“Sixth in line to the throne. Gene Hunt does not wait for sixth in line to the bloody throne.”
“All restaurants now.”
This old lady reminds me ever so slightly of the one from the Slings and Arrows Macbeth series. Same hat. And, if I haven’t mentioned it already -- I see I haven’t -- I really hate Alex’s hair this go-round. The perm was all right, and I have argued in favor of the bob with absolutely everyone, but this is just weird. Although she carries it beautifully.
“I didn’t know you had a PhD in masturbation, DI Drake.” Aww, Gene. You like it when she does that really. (
petra suggests polysyllabic dirty talk. Best idea ever or best idea EVER?)
“Maybe we could accept a contribution to the Metropolitan Police Home for the Bewildered.” Oh, Ray.
“You know, that would have taken Columbo an hour.”
… I sort of want to smooth Gene’s hair down for him. I am so far gone.
N’awwwwwwww Chris’n’Shaz. Baaaaaabies. So DOOMED.
Alex, that sweater makes you look ungainly across the hips. YOU.
And Supermack gets the Entrance.
And, okay, they’re not even trying to make him look like Not a Threat. It’s the camera angles in counterpoint to the Speech, combined with the fact that Roger Allam could sound menacing reading your grocery list. Also, anyone on this show who starts actually talking about morality is automatically the bad guy.
And so is any male authority figure who calls Alex “Alex.”
Very interesting here with Gene and authority, again: he keeps sort of wanting to trust them, despite himself. And Alex is at least slightly falling for it.
I love the detail of the two men in fatigues just casually in the background.
Gorgeous, gorgeous swooping camera movement here.
The wife is absolutely lovely here -- very tight and tense and shattered. And Alex, oh, Alex, right in with the tough questions. (Her eyes look HUGE under those bangs, that’s the one thing.) And Gene fails the empathy check HARD.
“Was Kevin with him? Where was Kevin?”
… yeah, Ray and Chris are decidedly Pratchettian in this bit. Just saying. (I could thoroughly see Deano as Fred Colon, really.) And young Hales is either a bad actor or a very good actor playing a bad actor, and I can’t quite tell which on this short of an exposure. Pretty, though.
“I’m implying that he worked in Vice!” And she’s still using the present tense.
I have no idea whether or not this house is slightly too nice for the amount of money he would have been making, but it’s making my eyebrow twitch a little.
Gene, stop treating her like a hostile witness. What the hell is going on with him here, anyway?
“Look, a copper gets his rocks off dressed up as Widow Twankey in front of hookers. It embarrasses me, it embarrasses the force, so we move on.”
“You never talk about Mrs Hunt, do you. The ex-Mrs Hunt.”
“That’s right. I don’t.”
Yeah, there’s a lot of knowledge in that exchange.
Gene’s coattail hanging out the door <3 <3 <3
Ray, still into tits in a big way, all other considerations aside.
“In your dreams.”
“I certainly hope so.”
Marshall Lancaster, still adorable.
“Well, is someone going to arrest her?”
“Why are you always in such a hurry?”
“It’s me stage persona.”
“Where’s that accent from?” And Sally goes from out-group to one of Gene’s People in one sentence. Also, waaaugh Hyde.
Gene and Alex have totally switched good-cop bloody-impatient-cop roles since the scene with the wife. It’s kind of adorable.
Yeah, on reflection, I think this is a pretty good actor playing an appalling liar.
“Oh, what are you doing down here, Sal, getting your kit off for a bunch of pervy Southerners?” Gene: like home was safer? (And Joni Newton raises her head yet again...)
“Felicity Kendal didn’t get where she is by taking her clothes off. Did she?” (Felicity Kendal was doing The Real Thing at the time, actually. Don’t ask me why I know this. I mean, it’s not relevant or anything.)
“You won’t tell my mum, will you?” OH GENE’S FACE. And Alex is so not even sure what she just witnessed.
“I’ve seen bacon grilled for longer than that. God, I’m even beginning to speak like you.”
Interview in the men’s room! Drink!
Bad, bad liar, Kevin boy. And Alex with her pretty chin stuck out not really buying a word of it. And he’s using past tense.
“Everyone does it, right?” And Alex looks over at Gene.
Oh, Ray. Oh, Shaaaaaaaaaaaz.
You’re putting Ray on friends and neighbors. RAY.
“It’s called respect. You should look it up.” Oh, GENE.
Okay, the talking dog is bloody creepy.
“After months of nothing really happening, I think today someone finally found me.” How many months? What the hell time of year is this, anyway?
Poor Luigi.
Oh, Chris.
“How’s your food?”
“I really wouldn’t know.”
Alex cracks the case!
“... Grace Jones is a lesbian?”
Oh, Sally. Oh, GENE. Darling. He really is disappointed, is the thing.
Oh, augh. Oh, augh augh augh. Oh, GENE. And his shirt all over blood. I -- I sort of hope she wasn’t a real person, but I’m not sure I believe it.
“I know why you’re here, Bolls. You only had to ask.”
“Why? Why am I here?”
“Same reason as me. To keep the streets clean, and to find this girl’s killer.”
And the thing is -- that’s it. That really is it.
Blue, STILL not Alex’s color. And Gene is on a Righteous Tear.
“Good morning. Is this the china shop?”
I’m not even sure Gene believes this -- it’s not exactly 100% plausible -- but he’s too angry to care. Oh, honey.
“SHE DIED IN MY ARMS!”
Alex was not expecting this complication.
“What’s she told you?” Not a universal phrase of the good guys, that.
“You can’t help who you fall in love with, Gene.” And Gene is really, personally offended by this.
(I wonder if Mack is a real person. I sort of think not, actually. Oh, Gene.)
Gene cracks the case!
Augh. Creepy rose is creepy.
This copter effect is freaky as fuck and I don’t know why we don’t see it in more vids.
*dies* Oh my God, I didn’t see it earlier with the jacket, but she’s wearing a corset belt.
“Alma” can mean “soul,” incidentally. Bilingual pun?
And Hales is starting to try and backtrack.
“I think he’s very attractive, I think he’s pulling the Met in the right direction, and I think he said the word ‘love’ in a police station.” Yeah, that’s a chain-pull of the highest order, that is.
“Will you put your schoolboy morality aside for one second and listen?” Good luck with that one, sweetheart.
“Have you ever been in love, Mr. Hunt?”
“Well, there was the time Wendy Barton let me put a frog down her knickers.”
Chriiiiiis.
I keep getting distracted by how extraordinarily good Gene looks in this episode.
“Fire up the photocopier.”
AhahaHA, this is totally implausible, and I don’t even care, because the show doesn’t care whether I do or not. It’s not any less believable than the magical digital enhancement on every cop show ever these days, that’s for sure.
*covets Alex’s boots, again*
Auuuugh, this is creepy (if verylittlesensical, but Martin Summers is like that. I refer you to my Summers Theory, point #16 here). I mean, I do sort of fully believe after everything that he’d pull something like this just for the lols (shoot me if I ever say that again), but I remember being totally perplexed on first viewing.
Keeley does it heartbreakingly, though.
And I pause to wonder why there isn’t any Martin Summers fic, and then I beat my head against the table until it stops.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeene <3
“Not unless I’m Saint Peter, and I find that highly unlikely, don’t you?”
Alex, you should be in a hospital. I do not like the look of you right now.
*ships like a motherfucker*
“YOU SHOT MY CAR, YOU BASTARD!”
Gene’s attempt at mediation is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
And it is so obvious in retrospect that he’s still lying.
Oh, Alex Alex. Chloroformed and drugged and that looked like at least the beginnings of a trigger episode when he had that gun pointed at you, and you’re still thinking on your feet. Alexes wobble, but they don’t fall down.
Alex cracks the case! And Gene does not want to believe that.
OH CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. *dies laughing* Attractively post-modern!
“If Mack had anything to do with Sean Irving’s death, then everything I believe in is wrong.”
“Welcome to my world.”
Alex has the self-preservation instincts of a brain-damaged lemming! Drink!
Aaaand the plot Positively Curdles.
Next up: gypsies! (Well, really, next I man up and finish 1.08, but details.)
This entry was originally posted at http://thatyourefuse.dreamwidth.org/184642.html. Please comment there if you can.