So, five years late, I've finally watched the first two episodes of Supernatural. I guess the tipping point was nearly everyone I know wanting to talk about it? And I wanted to give it a chance, I really did, but I don't think it's for me.
It reminds me of The X-Files without the stuff I liked about The X-Files, and with less hotness/fewer women/more religion. I think I also have less tolerance now for the premise, wherein "no one likes a skeptic" and "inhuman=evil" is the view of the show--granted, that's an assumption--and not just a character. While the premise meant that Scully was always, always going to be "wrong," it let her have her say and it let her help and change.
I know that's nitpicky, in entertainment, and no, I don't believe that everything I watch/read has to support my view of the world. I guess I've just met too many people who associate "skepticism" with close-mindedness or idiocy, when in the context of the episode the "skeptic" was just someone who didn't have the world experience of the characters who, because of the premise, know better. The Winchesters don't believe what they believe because they have faith--they believe it because they have the inside track to knowledge the rest of us don't. Or maybe it's just that I've been spoiled lately with a lot of ambiguity in my entertainment, and I like it. I'm not sure I could get into The X-Files now, if I encountered it cold.
Dean... I was really hoping something like "The Shatner Effect" would kick in (wherein someone I shouldn't find hot becomes so in spite of their physical beauty) but, alas, it hasn't.
On a completely unrelated note, I found this photo on tumblr and I just can't get over it. I think it's because we don't see older stars in photos like this: they're either in a film, or it's posed. And while there are plenty of candids of Chaplin, he at least usually has his hair combed and doesn't look like he rolled out of bed. So maybe I do have a little of that People magazine thing in me, because I can't stop looking at it. Sort of like that photo of Welles, Hayworth and a birthday cake.
I mean, honestly. How is that even the same person? And how much do I want to play with his hair?
For still another unusual view of Chaplin,
this 1915 film has him in drag, and tricking the two men after him into kissing. He's sort of adorable. The drag part starts around 14:50.
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