Squee, New Fandom and Movie
So, I just got back from Inside Man.
Here are my studied and thorough thoughts:
HOLY FUCK SHIT. I WANT TO MARRY SPIKE LEE. AND CLIVE OWEN. AND DENZEL WASHINGTON. AND JODIE FOSTER (in Canada).
I'd talk more coherently about the beautiful melding of 1940s crime tropes with the bank robbery/caper genre and how Spike Lee did a relatively unobtrusive job of getting his point across and Washington being delightfully impish and Owen being typically dead pan and everything being so good, except for occasionally self-indulgent editing, but I really don't want to.
In other news, I've fallen in love with a new television show, which is just not fair. I used to pride myself on my lack of TV consumption, but now I have four, with a fifth possibly on the horizon. (SGA, Supernatural, Daily Show and Colbert Report, w/ possible incoming House, for the curious.)
That new show is Supernatural. Both the leads are hot like fire, the snark was great in the pilot (which is the only episode I saw), they are chasing motherfucking demons, and fictional incest doesn't squick me in the least.
Unfortunately for humanity, however, the two new TV fandoms (SPN + SGA) are doing a weird melding thing my head and I have a bizzare desire to write a fic where space aliens make Sam and Dean have sex, only to be rescued by Sheppard, Mckay et al and have them be completely unsurprised.
Sheppard: How did you get here from earth?
Dean and Sam exchange looks. The situation was weird enough and they didn't wanted to be abandoned for the nice people thinking they were insane. Also, they had more guns and the dark haired bloke looks military. The apoplectic pink one is just a bit weird.
Sam: Uh. I don't really know how to say this, but we were attempting to exorcize a demon when something slipped and we were sent into a stone circle near here. Then, uh--
Sheppard: Aliens made you have sex. Yeah, we understand.
McKay: Oh, that's interesting. Can you describe in great detail the process that got you here? Not that I expect you could, being that you were attempting it in the first place. Weirdos like that, even ones that are unintentionally on to something, rarely understand the scientific method. Make good doctors, though.
Dean: You believe us?
McKay snorts.
Mckay: We have space vampires and large squid things that attempt to have sex with the Colonel. I've broken more laws of physics than I learned in undergrad and have managed to prove and disprove the Uncertainty Principle, which is rather fitting if you think about it. I'm quite happy with my psychosis, we have a loving relationship. Your demon talk won't change that.
Here are my studied and thorough thoughts:
HOLY FUCK SHIT. I WANT TO MARRY SPIKE LEE. AND CLIVE OWEN. AND DENZEL WASHINGTON. AND JODIE FOSTER (in Canada).
I'd talk more coherently about the beautiful melding of 1940s crime tropes with the bank robbery/caper genre and how Spike Lee did a relatively unobtrusive job of getting his point across and Washington being delightfully impish and Owen being typically dead pan and everything being so good, except for occasionally self-indulgent editing, but I really don't want to.
In other news, I've fallen in love with a new television show, which is just not fair. I used to pride myself on my lack of TV consumption, but now I have four, with a fifth possibly on the horizon. (SGA, Supernatural, Daily Show and Colbert Report, w/ possible incoming House, for the curious.)
That new show is Supernatural. Both the leads are hot like fire, the snark was great in the pilot (which is the only episode I saw), they are chasing motherfucking demons, and fictional incest doesn't squick me in the least.
Unfortunately for humanity, however, the two new TV fandoms (SPN + SGA) are doing a weird melding thing my head and I have a bizzare desire to write a fic where space aliens make Sam and Dean have sex, only to be rescued by Sheppard, Mckay et al and have them be completely unsurprised.
Sheppard: How did you get here from earth?
Dean and Sam exchange looks. The situation was weird enough and they didn't wanted to be abandoned for the nice people thinking they were insane. Also, they had more guns and the dark haired bloke looks military. The apoplectic pink one is just a bit weird.
Sam: Uh. I don't really know how to say this, but we were attempting to exorcize a demon when something slipped and we were sent into a stone circle near here. Then, uh--
Sheppard: Aliens made you have sex. Yeah, we understand.
McKay: Oh, that's interesting. Can you describe in great detail the process that got you here? Not that I expect you could, being that you were attempting it in the first place. Weirdos like that, even ones that are unintentionally on to something, rarely understand the scientific method. Make good doctors, though.
Dean: You believe us?
McKay snorts.
Mckay: We have space vampires and large squid things that attempt to have sex with the Colonel. I've broken more laws of physics than I learned in undergrad and have managed to prove and disprove the Uncertainty Principle, which is rather fitting if you think about it. I'm quite happy with my psychosis, we have a loving relationship. Your demon talk won't change that.