"The details of plots were never really my strong point."
Odd day. For one thing, we're off daylight savings now, which means the Northern portion of the world I am intimately concerned with is now an hour further away.
Chris was over and we watched vast quantities of Canadian media (more on that later probably) and arsed about a bit and then I took her home after CSI. Which I kinda mostly wasn't watching because we'd been watching stuff on the computer before that and for some reason glancing at LJ in the ten minutes between me finishing up inflicting the five or so fanvids I have right now (so annoyed! the X Files one had apparently only partially d/led and crapped out after fifteen seconds just when we were both really enjoying the dorktasticalness!) on her and CSI actually starting seemed like a good idea and then I was all stupidly distracted through the show. Which is OK, I suppose, as I have it taped so I can watch it later, and I LOVE Grissom (I saw enough to get all geeky over him especiallymuch, it was the one with the guy who faked his blowfly evidence) but I feel bad because I had been looking forward to it all week and then I sort of blew it off to stare into space and think furiously (because, let's be honest, I wasn't actually reading or even skimming LJ, I was thinking about random stuff and about stuff LJ posts had sparked off in my mind). I realise CSI on tv is not, like, my prom date or whatever, but, you know. *is a freak*
Also, Kat? I want to thank you and your family once again for our day in Banff, because it means even more especially much to be watching CotW with commentary (I have pages upon pages of notes from this people, you only think I'm joking) and to hear Paul Gross talk about the Alberta night sky in the Rockies and to be able to just go "...yes." Because that was a magical day. And not because, or just because of the whole Canadian thing. It's the fucking MOUNTAINS. I get it in Denver and Alamosa and the South Island as well, so... yeah. Also lunch was still the best fish and chips I've had in years and I want more. *is a loser*
Also, watching Hunting Season again (for me) and for the first time (for Chris) reinforced a not-quite-formed thought and gave her the same one - what the heck is the Fraser genetic fascination with bank robbers?? Casey McKenzie? Check. Victoria? Check. It even flows over the show as a whole: RayK and Marcus Ellery and Stella being there, too. And then Frannie and RayV ending up in the midst of the bank robbery in the Vault. Preoccupied much, people?
We watched the first episode of Slings & Arrows too and Chris is also I think quite taken with it (yay!) and agrees with me that it would be totally suited to Sunday Night Theatre on Channel One. *hopes that this will go From Our LJs to God's Ears except doubtful because, well, a) Canadian and 2) 2003. Le sigh.*
I also nearly hit a guy driving home, which, thanks, was more stress I didn't need. Also I was totally not driving like Bono. I only do that in Cork. And Gorey. MOVING ON! ;) Newsflash: if you are wearing dark jeans, a dark shirt, and are not particularly white to start with as well? Probably before crossing a road at an intersection where there is NO STREETLIGHT you should make sure that there is no oncoming vehicle with a driver who will be physically unable to see you until she has already started turning and thus has her headlights hit you. You: are silent and on foot and have presumably got eyes and ears, if you are walking alone in South Auckland at night. I: am in a car which, although not particularly noisy, is certainly audible within 100m and has rather bright lights attached to the front, and was most definitely indicating the desire to make a right hand turn for five to ten seconds before turning. If I'd been going a few kms faster... yeah, I fucking did not appreciate that. And he didn't even blink or look when I hit the brakes and then sorta swerved behind him. ...I realise this suggests he was probably stoned or drunk or whatever, but still. Fuck. (I also realise I am preaching to the choir because you, O flist, are uniformly at least of above average intelligence and generally decent sense most of the time.)
We also watched Wilby Wonderful, second time for me, and Chris'll probably go into what she thought on her own LJ/time, but I found myself coming away from it a lot more unsettled in different ways than the first time I watched it.
Which is odd, because there's a discussion going on over in the more central parts of ds fandom about the film which I didn't discover until about an hour after we'd finished watching it ourselves and the coincidence/timing struck me, too. But I digress. Anyway, for whatever reason (and I think part of that is because for whatever reason - hormones, general stuff, I have no fucking idea, anyway - I am really, really twitchy and brittle this weekend, to say nothing of the fact that, as previously discussed with someone I forget, I suspect lately that I am here and that my patience fell off the plane somewhere around, um, the Arctic Circle in October) I had a really hard time with the part of the plot about Emily and skeezyboy, especially. I found that whole thing cringey - as I guess you're supposed to anyway, because let's face it, what I don't know about movies and how to discuss them/how Intelligent Movies work could fill the Alexandrian Library several times over, on Pentium hard disks even - the first time, but it was even more so now and I'm sort of at a loss to figure out why. Part of it, I think, is that I tend to assume my own reactions as default settings for people in the absence of any other knowledge about their own reactions, which means, fr'instance, that every time skeezyboy (seriously, looking at him makes my skin crawl, and that was from the word go, so in that respect they did a great job casting a totally unlikeable character in terms of looks/traits/actions/dialogue) said "I love you" to Emily I would be half-expecting her to draw back and snap "which is NOT the magic word to unzip my pants, thank you very much asshole" and just... I have a really, really hard time with it. Who the hell doesn't know that some guys have been and will be using that type of manipulation to get laid for centuries? And who doesn't know that 'blue balls' is a complete fabrication of bullshit and thus wouldn't tell anyone trying to seriously argue for it just exactly where to get off. I have a hard time understanding being that naive, especially when in other respects Emily seems so aware - especially given her mother and the situations she hints they've been in, and all that. Except then I stop and think about girls we've known in school, and all the girls who seem to write in and feature in the crappy magazines we had around the common room at school with exactly the same stories and I'm like "okay, so I guess some people do fall for that" but... ugh. I don't know. I'm really torn on that whole thing. Also, it just pushes way way WAY too close to my embarrassment squick and just yeah. Although I love Duck forever for how he helped her and reacted and does that really even need to be said? Because, well, duh. He put himself in a situation that in all honesty, most people would consider to be not their place and avoid. And that hug, just... nggh.
Having said that, though, I do still think it's a wonderful, wonderful (pun not intended) movie and Daniel MacIvor did a great job (although, dude, come on - you filmed the kiss? have we not heard of deleted scene selections? PLEASE? *is shallow*) and there's so many little tiny touches across the whole thing that I adore and that just kill me with how good the actors are - Emily with her mum, for example (though I get twitchy again at the fight they have before Emily goes out, but then, embarrassment squick and other stuff there, so that's a me!thing rather than the movie, I think) and the whole Buddy/Carol thing in general is fascinating, because I tend to see both of their viewpoints as equally valid and they both screwed up with each other so badly in such perfectly, appallingly complementary-to-the-worst-possible-end types of ways. I actually sympathise more with Buddy on a second viewing than I did on the first, but at the same time I think I find myself judging him a lot more harshly too, which should NOT make sense but does somewhere in my head. I think it's the thing where neither of them can let themselves stop to see the other's point of view because their own view is all they've got left and that's why they keep just barely missing each other in terms of making overtures and trying to mend things, and it's so frustrating but at the same time as that's driving me nuts ("can't you just-" "if he would just-" "why didn't he/she LISTEN to what she/he MEANT then?" etc) it's also so fucking realistic. That's what people do. We have miscommunication down to a fine bloody science, when it comes to each other. And I tend to feel there's hope for them, in the end, really.
Duck and Dan (and, hi, how dumb am I that I totally didn't click that Duck's last name was "McDONALD" until someone mentioned something online the other day and I face-palmed like a mofo) in general I have no qualms about whatsoever, still. They just. Nggh. I have no words. I tend to find myself empathising very much with Dan because he seems so fucking LOST and that makes me all crumply in the chest-type area because it's all that potential and he can't like himself well enough to save it for the first 2/3 of the movie and that just hurts. I think it's really well done (and I am so not explaining myself well, but I am shit at that, so, um, sorry?) "Maybe next year we'll have a parade." I think that's possibly my favourite actual line. Just... the way Callum delivers that line is so fucking perfect. It's really well done.
...I forget what the point of this was, now, except that I wanted to blither. Which I think I have done. At length.
Anyway, and in news no one cares about but me typing it helps me remember/motivate, I now need to finish catching things up (and, just for the people who picked up on the losing things trend - I have an email from Rochelle suggesting she may have my Buffy S1 DVDs, which for those of you keeping track at home would mean: one less thing missing! We are theoretically now down to four remote controls and two rings! Whoo!) and double check my job in fact starts Tuesday and not tomorrow (which would be eek) and then bed. And tomorrow I have have have to tidy up my room because it hit critical mess (pun deliberate) some time this morning and I think that's the other thing contributing to the fact I want to tear out my own ribcage and wear it as a hat right now. *twitchtwitchTWITCH*
Well, that was cheerfully graphic. *manic grin* Oh, and GIP by Joy. It's a play on both the traditional Tui advert and a canonical piece of dialogue. This fandom ruins you for other menfandoms. *pets it*
Chris was over and we watched vast quantities of Canadian media (more on that later probably) and arsed about a bit and then I took her home after CSI. Which I kinda mostly wasn't watching because we'd been watching stuff on the computer before that and for some reason glancing at LJ in the ten minutes between me finishing up inflicting the five or so fanvids I have right now (so annoyed! the X Files one had apparently only partially d/led and crapped out after fifteen seconds just when we were both really enjoying the dorktasticalness!) on her and CSI actually starting seemed like a good idea and then I was all stupidly distracted through the show. Which is OK, I suppose, as I have it taped so I can watch it later, and I LOVE Grissom (I saw enough to get all geeky over him especiallymuch, it was the one with the guy who faked his blowfly evidence) but I feel bad because I had been looking forward to it all week and then I sort of blew it off to stare into space and think furiously (because, let's be honest, I wasn't actually reading or even skimming LJ, I was thinking about random stuff and about stuff LJ posts had sparked off in my mind). I realise CSI on tv is not, like, my prom date or whatever, but, you know. *is a freak*
Also, Kat? I want to thank you and your family once again for our day in Banff, because it means even more especially much to be watching CotW with commentary (I have pages upon pages of notes from this people, you only think I'm joking) and to hear Paul Gross talk about the Alberta night sky in the Rockies and to be able to just go "...yes." Because that was a magical day. And not because, or just because of the whole Canadian thing. It's the fucking MOUNTAINS. I get it in Denver and Alamosa and the South Island as well, so... yeah. Also lunch was still the best fish and chips I've had in years and I want more. *is a loser*
Also, watching Hunting Season again (for me) and for the first time (for Chris) reinforced a not-quite-formed thought and gave her the same one - what the heck is the Fraser genetic fascination with bank robbers?? Casey McKenzie? Check. Victoria? Check. It even flows over the show as a whole: RayK and Marcus Ellery and Stella being there, too. And then Frannie and RayV ending up in the midst of the bank robbery in the Vault. Preoccupied much, people?
We watched the first episode of Slings & Arrows too and Chris is also I think quite taken with it (yay!) and agrees with me that it would be totally suited to Sunday Night Theatre on Channel One. *hopes that this will go From Our LJs to God's Ears except doubtful because, well, a) Canadian and 2) 2003. Le sigh.*
I also nearly hit a guy driving home, which, thanks, was more stress I didn't need. Also I was totally not driving like Bono. I only do that in Cork. And Gorey. MOVING ON! ;) Newsflash: if you are wearing dark jeans, a dark shirt, and are not particularly white to start with as well? Probably before crossing a road at an intersection where there is NO STREETLIGHT you should make sure that there is no oncoming vehicle with a driver who will be physically unable to see you until she has already started turning and thus has her headlights hit you. You: are silent and on foot and have presumably got eyes and ears, if you are walking alone in South Auckland at night. I: am in a car which, although not particularly noisy, is certainly audible within 100m and has rather bright lights attached to the front, and was most definitely indicating the desire to make a right hand turn for five to ten seconds before turning. If I'd been going a few kms faster... yeah, I fucking did not appreciate that. And he didn't even blink or look when I hit the brakes and then sorta swerved behind him. ...I realise this suggests he was probably stoned or drunk or whatever, but still. Fuck. (I also realise I am preaching to the choir because you, O flist, are uniformly at least of above average intelligence and generally decent sense most of the time.)
We also watched Wilby Wonderful, second time for me, and Chris'll probably go into what she thought on her own LJ/time, but I found myself coming away from it a lot more unsettled in different ways than the first time I watched it.
Which is odd, because there's a discussion going on over in the more central parts of ds fandom about the film which I didn't discover until about an hour after we'd finished watching it ourselves and the coincidence/timing struck me, too. But I digress. Anyway, for whatever reason (and I think part of that is because for whatever reason - hormones, general stuff, I have no fucking idea, anyway - I am really, really twitchy and brittle this weekend, to say nothing of the fact that, as previously discussed with someone I forget, I suspect lately that I am here and that my patience fell off the plane somewhere around, um, the Arctic Circle in October) I had a really hard time with the part of the plot about Emily and skeezyboy, especially. I found that whole thing cringey - as I guess you're supposed to anyway, because let's face it, what I don't know about movies and how to discuss them/how Intelligent Movies work could fill the Alexandrian Library several times over, on Pentium hard disks even - the first time, but it was even more so now and I'm sort of at a loss to figure out why. Part of it, I think, is that I tend to assume my own reactions as default settings for people in the absence of any other knowledge about their own reactions, which means, fr'instance, that every time skeezyboy (seriously, looking at him makes my skin crawl, and that was from the word go, so in that respect they did a great job casting a totally unlikeable character in terms of looks/traits/actions/dialogue) said "I love you" to Emily I would be half-expecting her to draw back and snap "which is NOT the magic word to unzip my pants, thank you very much asshole" and just... I have a really, really hard time with it. Who the hell doesn't know that some guys have been and will be using that type of manipulation to get laid for centuries? And who doesn't know that 'blue balls' is a complete fabrication of bullshit and thus wouldn't tell anyone trying to seriously argue for it just exactly where to get off. I have a hard time understanding being that naive, especially when in other respects Emily seems so aware - especially given her mother and the situations she hints they've been in, and all that. Except then I stop and think about girls we've known in school, and all the girls who seem to write in and feature in the crappy magazines we had around the common room at school with exactly the same stories and I'm like "okay, so I guess some people do fall for that" but... ugh. I don't know. I'm really torn on that whole thing. Also, it just pushes way way WAY too close to my embarrassment squick and just yeah. Although I love Duck forever for how he helped her and reacted and does that really even need to be said? Because, well, duh. He put himself in a situation that in all honesty, most people would consider to be not their place and avoid. And that hug, just... nggh.
Having said that, though, I do still think it's a wonderful, wonderful (pun not intended) movie and Daniel MacIvor did a great job (although, dude, come on - you filmed the kiss? have we not heard of deleted scene selections? PLEASE? *is shallow*) and there's so many little tiny touches across the whole thing that I adore and that just kill me with how good the actors are - Emily with her mum, for example (though I get twitchy again at the fight they have before Emily goes out, but then, embarrassment squick and other stuff there, so that's a me!thing rather than the movie, I think) and the whole Buddy/Carol thing in general is fascinating, because I tend to see both of their viewpoints as equally valid and they both screwed up with each other so badly in such perfectly, appallingly complementary-to-the-worst-possible-end types of ways. I actually sympathise more with Buddy on a second viewing than I did on the first, but at the same time I think I find myself judging him a lot more harshly too, which should NOT make sense but does somewhere in my head. I think it's the thing where neither of them can let themselves stop to see the other's point of view because their own view is all they've got left and that's why they keep just barely missing each other in terms of making overtures and trying to mend things, and it's so frustrating but at the same time as that's driving me nuts ("can't you just-" "if he would just-" "why didn't he/she LISTEN to what she/he MEANT then?" etc) it's also so fucking realistic. That's what people do. We have miscommunication down to a fine bloody science, when it comes to each other. And I tend to feel there's hope for them, in the end, really.
Duck and Dan (and, hi, how dumb am I that I totally didn't click that Duck's last name was "McDONALD" until someone mentioned something online the other day and I face-palmed like a mofo) in general I have no qualms about whatsoever, still. They just. Nggh. I have no words. I tend to find myself empathising very much with Dan because he seems so fucking LOST and that makes me all crumply in the chest-type area because it's all that potential and he can't like himself well enough to save it for the first 2/3 of the movie and that just hurts. I think it's really well done (and I am so not explaining myself well, but I am shit at that, so, um, sorry?) "Maybe next year we'll have a parade." I think that's possibly my favourite actual line. Just... the way Callum delivers that line is so fucking perfect. It's really well done.
...I forget what the point of this was, now, except that I wanted to blither. Which I think I have done. At length.
Anyway, and in news no one cares about but me typing it helps me remember/motivate, I now need to finish catching things up (and, just for the people who picked up on the losing things trend - I have an email from Rochelle suggesting she may have my Buffy S1 DVDs, which for those of you keeping track at home would mean: one less thing missing! We are theoretically now down to four remote controls and two rings! Whoo!) and double check my job in fact starts Tuesday and not tomorrow (which would be eek) and then bed. And tomorrow I have have have to tidy up my room because it hit critical mess (pun deliberate) some time this morning and I think that's the other thing contributing to the fact I want to tear out my own ribcage and wear it as a hat right now. *twitchtwitchTWITCH*
Well, that was cheerfully graphic. *manic grin* Oh, and GIP by Joy. It's a play on both the traditional Tui advert and a canonical piece of dialogue. This fandom ruins you for other menfandoms. *pets it*