(Yes, finally got around to it. I know. I know. I used to be a real fan.)

Misha Collins' transition to the Leviathan(/s?) at the end of episode one was amazing. The man can act. I think creepy super-happy grinning Leviathan Castiel is even more awesome than creepy calmly triumphant God Castiel, which is saying something; he's just so damn cool. But ( Read more... )

Earlier this evening I was aimlessly watching bad TV with my father, both of us paying far more attention to our laptops, and then an organ donation advert came on TV and I asked him whether he was on the organ donor register. (He's not. I am.) This then prompted a ninety-minute-or-so, and fairly heated, debate on organ donation, euthanasia, ( Read more... )

I do not know a lot, if I am honest, about Afghanistan; when it was all kicking off I was too young to be interested. I wouldn't presume to comment on it seriously without knowing far more than I do about all of the background, results and implications of the war (although, gun to my head, I'd say that trying to impose your own culture, values and ( Read more... )

Hurrah! Seven hours of my life not wasted.

It's a few months since I last saw it. It's just as awesome as I remember.

The spinning-corridor-fight-scene is, I maintain, pretty much the best thing to happen in a film ever. With the possible exception of the Penrose stairs thing five minutes later.

With all due respect and in the most unliterary language: fuck you, Arthur Miller, fuck you.

And I was totally going to write about it. However, in lieu of marshalling my vague thoughts into an incisive and coherent analysis of the film's acting, writing, directing, photography and quality as an adaptation, I just decided to transcribe what I remember of the conversation my friend Laura and I had on the way out of the cinema.

L: They were ( Read more... )

In an attempt to regain some of the language skills I lost completely over the summer holidays (and believe me, they were bad enough before that) I have been attempting to translate some of my First Class drabbles into French and German, a task at which I am laughably bad. Every time I think of Erik casually hunting Nazis in flawless French, ( Read more... )

So I was recently reading a list of the continuity errors, both internal and across the X-Men movies in general, in X-Men: First Class, of which there are, it seems, quite a few. (I actually got there on StumbleUpon - it took me to a page about First Class, out of the whole internet, so I can only assume it's somehow reading either my mind or my ( Read more... )

I kind of liked them. The whole 'It's that way *awkward pause*' bit looked like Erik and Charles had suddenly found themselves in a bad sitcom. (Am I the only person who thinks X-Men: First Class would work really well as a sitcom?)