Parade's End 1-2
Two episodes in, and not a single fuck do I give about Christopher/Valentine, since pretty much every second that Sylvia isn't onscreen is wasted. It's not a fair fight, really: I'll take a deliciously selfish, Roman Catholic, redheaded bad girl who's a crap mother over an idealistic, sexually naive, blonde suffragette any day. Sylvia is a force of nature, while the earnest Valentine so far has just been so drearily...worthy. Yes, yes, I'm sure that means she's a better match for the also drearily worthy Christopher, she's just not nearly as much fun to watch. And if you're getting the feeling I don't like Christopher much either, you are correct.
Alas, Sylvia is the sort of character who has Death of the Hypotenuse written all over her. (DO NOT SPOIL ME.)
Also, Parade's End only confirms that it is impossible for me to find Benedict Cumberbatch attractive. The place in my heart reserved for pasty, funny-looking British actors with odd names has no room for any man not named Tom Hiddleston.
(This entry was originally posted at my dreamwidth.)
Alas, Sylvia is the sort of character who has Death of the Hypotenuse written all over her. (DO NOT SPOIL ME.)
Also, Parade's End only confirms that it is impossible for me to find Benedict Cumberbatch attractive. The place in my heart reserved for pasty, funny-looking British actors with odd names has no room for any man not named Tom Hiddleston.
(This entry was originally posted at my dreamwidth.)