Oh, Agent Mahone, Why So Serious?
Well, I'll say this about The Dark Knight: it knows how to make me take notice within the first minute. WHY HELLO THERE, AGENT MAHONE. Clearly this is a Mahone driven mad by the Scofield investigation. "CRIMINALS USED TO BELIEVE IN THINGS."
(For some reason, I keep expecting Mahone's actor to have a soft upper-middle-class English accent, something Rupert Giles-ish, and it always surprises me when he speaks and I remember that oh, yes, he's American.)
The Joker is terrifying and fascinating and brilliant. Shortly after returning from the film, I found myself looking through all the packs of cards I could find in the house and collecting together all the Jokers. I don't know why. I, er, hope I'm not going to do anything sinister with them.
At the moment, I am in the slightly unfortunate position of having huge amounts of pent-up fannishness within me but being unable to express this fannishness on the Internet because, as I am still watching episodes that came out two years ago, setting one foot in the wrong place will result in my being bombarded with spoilers. Suffice it to say that I am very much in love with Prison Break at the moment. Oh, themes of familial love and devotion, you know I can never resist you.
(Here's the thing about Prison Break, though: you can't watch it with complacency. You can't think 'oh, it's all right, they can't kill him off, he's a main character', because they can and they freaking will. When a character in Prison Break is in a dangerous situation, you're not thinking 'hmmm, I wonder how he'll get out of this one'; you're panicking, because you genuinely have no idea which way it's going to go. It is destroying my nerves.)
I have watched up to 'Unearthed', the ninth episode of the second season. Please don't spoil me!
(EDIT: Also, er, Batman? That voice? Yeah. I really can't take you seriously.)
(For some reason, I keep expecting Mahone's actor to have a soft upper-middle-class English accent, something Rupert Giles-ish, and it always surprises me when he speaks and I remember that oh, yes, he's American.)
The Joker is terrifying and fascinating and brilliant. Shortly after returning from the film, I found myself looking through all the packs of cards I could find in the house and collecting together all the Jokers. I don't know why. I, er, hope I'm not going to do anything sinister with them.
At the moment, I am in the slightly unfortunate position of having huge amounts of pent-up fannishness within me but being unable to express this fannishness on the Internet because, as I am still watching episodes that came out two years ago, setting one foot in the wrong place will result in my being bombarded with spoilers. Suffice it to say that I am very much in love with Prison Break at the moment. Oh, themes of familial love and devotion, you know I can never resist you.
(Here's the thing about Prison Break, though: you can't watch it with complacency. You can't think 'oh, it's all right, they can't kill him off, he's a main character', because they can and they freaking will. When a character in Prison Break is in a dangerous situation, you're not thinking 'hmmm, I wonder how he'll get out of this one'; you're panicking, because you genuinely have no idea which way it's going to go. It is destroying my nerves.)
I have watched up to 'Unearthed', the ninth episode of the second season. Please don't spoil me!
(EDIT: Also, er, Batman? That voice? Yeah. I really can't take you seriously.)