September 15, 2014
I finally finished the last season of Lexx. This one dragged a bit, I think because there was a clear over-arcing storyline, but they kept digressing into one-off episodes — episodes that were hilarious, mind you, because they were parodies of things like Dracula and The Re-Animator and Survivor. “ApocaLexx Now” left me bug-eyed, no pun intended. But these episodes did feel like a distraction. Still — I love this show. It felt like it was all leading up to this season, because we’ve previously spent three seasons exploring just how weird and crazy and messed up and awful various corners of the two universes are. And then we get to Earth. And it’s the worst of the bunch. The craziest, most messed up, most incomprehensible off-the-rails planet they’ve been to yet. The satire lands like a thousand pound anvil in a cartoon. For all that, the last episode was absolutely perfect and made me cry. Kai’s laugh? Just perfect.
The Gold Diggers of 1933. This is a famous movie musical that I run across every time I research the 1930’s or old Hollywood or anything like that. It was an early film of Ginger Rogers — she sings the opening number, “We’re in the Money,” including a verse in pig latin. Because Busby Berkeley, apparently. Seriously, it’s worth watching any Busby Berkeley movie because the dance numbers are all pretty much insane. (One in this one features a 9 year old Billy Barty playing a trouble-making baby committing acts of sexual harassment through the whole thing.)
So when it popped up on TCM, I had to watch it. The musical numbers are all kind of weird (I mentioned the harassing baby, yes?). But the story? The story was great. I took notes, because I loved how it managed the characterization of the heroes and the antagonist. This slice of the story, in a nutshell: a Boston blue blood confronts one of our plucky showgirl heroines to inform her that she can’t marry his younger brother. Trouble is, he’s got the wrong showgirl. Plucky showgirl Carol tries to tell him that she isn’t Polly, the showgirl who’s in love with his brother. But he won’t listen. He interrupts. He’s really quite terrible to her, going on and on about how awful and uncouth showgirls are. So when Carol and another showgirl Trixie (this movie has a lot of showgirls) decide to have one over on the older brother, they pull out the stops. Carol pretends to be Polly, and she and Trixie really work over the guy and his lawyer, behaving just like the rude gold diggers he insists they are, as they try to get everything they can from them in exchange for not marrying the brother. Meanwhile, Blue Blood thinks he’s conning them, luring Polly away from his brother. But no, he’s the one being conned here, full stop.
So yeah, Carol and Trixie are being pretty terrible, but it’s okay and hilarious because a) the guy really, really, really deserves it, b) they tell everyone involved (like Polly and the younger brother) as soon as it’s happening and bring them in on the con, and c) Carol knows exactly when they’ve gone too far, even when Trixie keeps going. The end result is our heroes looking smart and awesome and funny, and the antagonist totally earning his comeuppance. And then of course everyone falls in love with everyone else and gets married. But up to then the characterization as it’s tied to the plot is spot-on.
I like a lot of these old movies because they tend to be shorter and the plotting is often a lot tighter than we see in more current films. This is one I’m going to remember.
August 27, 2014
Since I don’t really follow any of the TV shows that are running new episodes now (I’ve tried to watch True Blood but I just get really confused), it really has felt like the summer hiatus seasons of old, when you catch up on old things and watch videos — and also go outside and play instead of watching anything at all, which I’ve done quite a bit of. Huzzah!
Rewatched: Galaxy Quest, which holds up surprisingly well. I’m not sure it needs the sequel everyone’s been talking about, but I’m suddenly curious as to what such a premise would turn into if the source show was, say, Battlestar Galactica. As a recent meme I encountered says, Harry Potter fans would love to go to Hogwarts, Narnia fans would love to go to Narnia, and Hunger Games fans are all, “No thanks, we’re good.”
Brazil: Holy crap, this movie is way, way more scary and upsetting than the last time I saw it, maybe 10 years ago. The bureaucracy parody stuff was always spot on, but this time the terrorism thread really jumped out, and it was really. . accurate. “And why do you think this terrorist scare has been going on for 13 years?” “Bad sportsmanship!” My groups of friends and I sat there gaping at the TV. We are closer to that world than we ever have been.
Watched: The Hollow Crown, or at least much of it. This is a recent BBC miniseries of a set of Shakespeare’s Histories — Richard II, Henry IV Parts 1 and 2 (See, guys, this whole sequel mania thing isn’t new!), and Henry V. Jeremy Irons as Henry IV, Tom Hiddleston as Henry V. SWOOOOOOOON. I cannot stop swooning at this man. When he comes on the scene wearing an oxblood red leather doublet, his gilded hair in waves, grinning. Wow. Plus, Shakespeare is just so damned sexy. Really sexy. I’m trying to figure it out, and it has something to do with him codifying modern English in way that no one had ever done before. So many turns of phrase started with him — or he’s the one who wrote them down first, and cleverest. For me, hearing Shakespeare done well is like hearing the source code for English zapping straight into my hindbrain. So sexy. (See, this is how I know that English was definitely the right major for me.)
Also, I didn’t realize how tall Hiddleston is until watching these. In the Marvel movies he’s surrounded by all these very tall, very buff, superheroic dude-guys, and he looks like the short skinny nerd guy. Turns out, he’s 6’2″ (I looked it up) and he’s half a head taller than everybody else in The Hollow Crown. He looms. It’s cool.
May 23, 2014
I only have three to talk about — Game of Thrones is still a few episodes out, and I should just do a big ol’ GoT post. And I’m behind on movies, because of all this traveling. I probably won’t get to see X-Men: Days of Future Past until Monday, but I’m really looking forward to it. And I’m planning on seeing Godzilla. At some point, when I’m not running around like a chicken with my head off. (Though the analyses that Godzilla is doing so much better at the box office than Pacific Rim because it has less plot and more dumb are making me sad.)
Anyway (spoilers ahead!):
Castle: I’m so extremely, ridiculously happy they’ve finally wrapped up the whole conspiracy story with Kate’s mom’s murder and all the rest of it because that storyline had become a toll of doom for the episodes that covered it. “Oh, the murder and that senator dude are here? Must be season finale time. Here comes the cliffhanger and characters being stupid!” But they didn’t wrap the season up with that this time. Hooray! And seriously: “Oh, Beckett, the clue to solve your mother’s murder was with you all along! Now click your heels!” That’s just funny.
The result of this quick little wrap up: I immensely enjoyed all the wedding shenanigans of the finale. And I am simultaneously intrigued and amused by the cliffhanger.
Arrow: I haven’t been this excited about a TV show since the second season of Battlestar Galactica. Any one of the last five episodes would have made a splendid season finale cliffhanger. Too many “Holy shit!” moments to count. But no, they gave us an actual season finale, with some stories tied up neatly, and others left hanging, some questions answered (Slade’s eyepatch, explained!), and others introduced. Great, great stuff here. This show is melodrama, for sure, but it’s very well written melodrama. Both over the top and heartfelt. And Felicity. Oh, Felicity. I love her so much.
And the Flash preview: OH. HELL. YES. My summary: Look, we’re a serious CW melodramatic show here. Very serious. Very, very serious–WOOOOHOOOOO SUPERPOWERS WOOOOOO! Which is exactly what a comic book TV show ought to be.
Agents of SHIELD: The show ultimately did the impossible: it finally made me like Skye. “Ward, you’re a Nazi!” “What?! No I’m not!” “Yes, you are totally a Nazi, that’s page one of the Hydra book!” (And that stark look on Ward’s face, where the true implications of his life come crashing down on him, because yes, he is a Nazi.) It’s fascinating to me that Skye seems to be a much better character when she’s earnest and idealistic, than she was when she was scheming and conniving. See, dark & gritty doesn’t always mean better. Some bits of the Hollywood/comics world seem to slowly, slowly be realizing this.
Overall, this was probably my favorite episode of the whole season. Lots of excitement, actual nail-biting, actual shouting at the screen. Best Fury appearance ever, and the best banter ever. “Hey, guys, I found it!” The episode felt like it was written as if they didn’t know they were going to get renewed — it left some questions, but wasn’t a cliffhanger. Much like the Arrow finale. I think this is a fine, fine way to do a season finale. I’m actually looking forward to next season.
And now, I’m off to enjoy this fine Memorial Day weekend. Stay safe, y’all. Excelsior.
May 21, 2014
In my thinking over the TV I’ve been watching, I realized I’d stopped watching Doctor Who — I never watched most of last season, and I don’t think I’m going to. It happens sometimes, a favorite show becomes not-so-favorite — I stopped Battlestar Galactica around season 4 because it stopped making sense, The X-Files around season 6-7, because it lost its focus. I was passionate about those shows, and it’s hard letting go, but sometimes there’s a point where a show becomes a chore rather than a pleasure, and then it’s time to stop.
I realized something else: I think over the last three doctors, Martha may be my favorite companion. Rose was the most fun to watch, Donna had a powerful story, but comparing them all together, I think Martha’s the best, because she’s the only one who maintains agency throughout her run. She’s the only one who doesn’t get — and I don’t think this is too strong a word — violated by the Tardis or time vortex. Rose absorbs the vortex, Donna becomes a conduit then gets her mind wipes, Amy gets knocked up, Rory gets killed how many times, Jack loses his mortality. They’re all fundamentally altered, and in their big climactic stories, they’re victims — they become tools, they become weapons, and they become broken by their time with the Doctor. By the end, they’re all taken away — sucked into other dimensions, memories wiped, lost in time. The Doctor loses them, and they are helpless.
But not Martha. All on her own, with no extra powers, with only her wits and a backpack, she goes out to single-handedly foment rebellion against the Master when the Doctor is incapacitated.
And then, she decides to leave. All on her own, she makes the decision, and she just leaves. She doesn’t get yanked through time and space, she doesn’t lose her home, her experience, her past, her place in time and space. All the other companions of the last three doctors are victims. They sacrifice everything, they lose everything up to their lives — more offerings on the altar of the Doctor’s guilt. But not Martha.
When you line up all the other companions, it becomes clear how special Martha really is, because she stays herself.
May 16, 2014
I’m on the road this week, and blogging sporadically. I went through my photo folders looking for something fun to post and found this:
It’s Season Finale Season, isn’t it? Castle, Arrow, Agents of SHIELD… I’ll have to do a big round up post. Remind me. Oh — and I’ve been watching Game of Thrones and I really ought to say something about that, too. Like, has there been a single episode that didn’t include at least one naked prostitute? You know what I want to do now? Write a story where the main character is a naked prostitute and she’s in charge of absolutely everything. Like, giving orders and stuff. Naked. And people just, you know, obey.
April 30, 2014
I watch Arrow on Mondays, On Demand, as part of the Monday night learn to cook dinner extravaganza. On Demand still has commercials, alas — not as many, and all of them pretty much for the network we’re watching. But they’ve also been showing a lot of “now available on DVD” special sales. For the longest time, all the commercials were for DVD’s of The Carol Burnett Show, The Dean Martin Roast, and China Beach. Weird little time capsules, those commercials.
But a few weeks ago, the commercials changed: we’re now getting ads for DVD’s of The Six Million Dollar Man and the first season of Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers.
One of my friends said, “It’s like they finally figured out who actually watches Arrow.“
Meanwhile: Holy sh*t, Arrow! Aaaaaaaarggggghhhh!
(And hey — is the Queen’s Gambit still in a warehouse somewhere or did it get moved/ditched?)
March 7, 2014
It’s been awhile since I’ve talked about what TV I’m watching. Maybe because it hasn’t been changing much. I did enough traveling the last couple of months that it’s been a bit of a challenge keeping up. Thank goodness for all the On Demand and online options! We are spoiled for TV viewing options!
Castle: Still watching! Six seasons in! This is quite a feat. And it’s still the center of my “make dinner for friends/learning to cook” project, which has now been going for about the whole run, which is kind of cool. I really love that it’s turning into a show about two grownups working on their relationship. With cornball mysteries.
I finally watched the Doctor Who Christmas/new doctor thingy. Meh. Matt Smith’s doctor never grew on me. I would like to go back to a Doctor Who where all the women in the show aren’t throwing themselves at him. And then the story was rather unintelligible: the Silence, and the Angels, and the crack in the universe, and…and… This show is in danger of turning into one long inside joke. I’ll give the new Doctor a chance, but he’s really going to have to work to win me over.
Arrow: This one is getting better and better. It’s keeping up with the parts of I love and adding new bits all the time. This is a great show for women characters. It’s also weirdly giving me my GI Joe fix, because I swear, the flashback bits are Cobra Island. Have I explained my “the flashbacks are Cobra Island” theory? Seriously, I explained it to my friends and one of them said, “You’re right! That missile launcher even looks like a toy!”
Agents of SHIELD. A plot entirely built on acronyms. So wildly inconsistent I’m not sure what to think of it. Flashes of brilliance in between stretches of sheer stupidity. (I am a badass sniper…so I will place myself behind a giant truck that gives me zero line of sight…and not move… wut?) So frustrating. And yet, we watch for the easter eggs.
And…am I watching anything else? Sleepy Hollow, which is still lots of fun but would be even better if they could decide on one back story and stick to it. But I think that may be it. Oh! Face Off, what are we on, season 6? I have no opinions this season. Oh, and the next season of Justified has started! I’ll probably wait to mainline the whole thing at once.
There’s a lot of TV I ought to be watching, apparently. I seem to be watching NONE of the shows that everyone is talking about. And you know what? I’m okay with that. It’s like with books — never let anyone make you feel guilty for what you read, or what you haven’t read. Same with TV. Life is short.