RS (rainbowstevie) wrote,

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Torchwood & Austen, because those topics totally go together

1. Prior to getting all distracted by school, it seems that despite having already read all the way through 1x12, I was convinced to go back and watch episode 1x10 of Torchwood. It didn’t actually take a whole lot of convincing, since I’d already been a touch tempted by the presence of people from the 1950’s. And so despite the knowledge of a sex scene that proved exactly why I prefer recaps to watching this show, I relented. And lo, it was good.

I LOVE THE 1950’S PEOPLE. More than anyone and everyone in the main cast. Grumpy old Mr. Ellis and his bewildered trepidation towards/disapproval of the morally corrupt 21st century; fantastic Diane being daring and sassy, ahead of her time but not in a way that pushes my “stupid women and their need to Prove Themselves” buttons; and of course adorable Emma, enchanted and enchanting, half a fascinated adventurer and half a lost little girl. I just wanted to gather them all up and squish them and keep them in my pocket forever. Seriously, their characters had so much more depth than the Torchwood folks. I can’t even articulate how much I loved all of them.

I loved Emma’s fantastic ability to bond, first with the other young women in the dorm and then with Gwen, and her meltdown in between where her brave face falls apart, and she starts sobbing about missing everything like her mum and her dog. But, but, staying with Gwen and Rhys for Christmas! Rhys being unfortunately naked and grumpy, but eventually giving in! And dammit, I love how she’s all excited at the end about being a shopgirl in London, but I don’t want her to abandon Gwen! Gwen needs a friend to vent about Torchwood with, so she doesn’t have to sleep with Owen!

(I think I could have done without Gwen giving Emma the sex talk, though. That was…weird. I mean, I suppose it could have been worse, but I also feel like it could have been cut entirely without sacrificing too much. Also I did not appreciate Gwen’s waffling inconsistency on whether or not Rhys was the love of her life. Whether he is or isn’t, don’t confuse poor innocent Emma like this!)

Alzheimer's on TV sometimes ticks me off. Sometimes it just breaks my heart. When it focuses on the reaction of teary-eyed family members, then it breaks my heart into SIX TRILLION PIECES. John was just incredible in every way as the middle-aged man unable to cope with such monumental upheaval of everything familiar. And seeing his collapse over the final straw, what his son had been reduced to, had me crying long before he locked himself in the car. Not that this stopped tears from streaming down my face as Jack sat with him in the end. “I did all that. Years ago, when I was meant to.” *bawls* Helpless, hopeless grief at its finest does that to me.

I didn’t see as much of Diane, because I skipped the majority of Owen’s scenes since a) Shirtless Owen is nasty, and b) I JUST CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO CARE ABOUT HIS EXISTENCE, but I still thought she was a joy to watch. Loved her frustration with not being able to fly, and her rant about how you used to have to know everything about a plane in order to pilot one, and the best thing about the grocery store scene (which in and of itself was pure magic and wonder) was her reaction to the “smoking kills” warning on the cigarette pack. [incidentally, that was the most hilarious prop I’ve ever seen. So much more direct than that fancy fine print Surgeon General’s Warning we have.]

I’m just going to forget that a saw a second of some of the nastiest, most explicit TV sex I have ever seen (it makes my complaints about ER look almost laughable, which is so sad). Seriously, the hell, we’re in the middle of John’s heartbreaking speech, and then there’s WHAT IS THIS RANDOM MOMENT DOING HERE. Fortunately I only saw one or two seconds before slapping the skip-forward button well into a safe zone, but still, the image, it burns.

(you know, I notice Torchwood's episodes are often longer than Doctor Who's, which I find unfair when Torchwood seems like it would lend itself SO WELL to being edited down for time. Come to think of it, while I know Sci-Fi butchers Doctor Who, I feel like I'd have a lot better time with Torchwood if I could watch it live on a U.S. channel.)

So, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to care about Owen, because I rolled my eyes quite a lot at him in this episode, especially at the end. And the way things are going, those storylines designed to make him sympathetic aren’t going to have a chance to work on me because I foresee automatically skipping a lot of his scenes in the interest of time. It’s a miracle I plan to watch any episodes at all, so the percentage of them I watch is entirely at my discretion.


P.S. I really do have a watching plan for Torchwood.  You're just not privy to it.

2. Now, In School Related News:
So...Northanger Abbey. I think it may actually be my new favorite Jane Austen novel (out of the...2 I've read), but I'm still mystified by the ending. I mean, I admit that I was a little bit bored during the first 4 or 5 chapters, because if you tell me read a book, I am just inevitably going to chafe at the bit, but after that I got really into it, and by the second half I was so absorbed that I almost missed the bus. There are like 5 storylines going on at once, and they're all intensely compelling.

And then suddenly in the last 10 pages, it's FWOOSHBLAMSMACK RESOLUTION. It's like she just up and went "I'm sick of working on this; time to be done! Immediately!"  I mean, everything gets resolved, but it's so quick and zipped over that I had to go back a couple of times to make sure I wasn't missing anything. But no, that's really it.  *shakes head in bewilderment*

Am now reading Sense and Sensibility, and totally love it, for which I place at least half the credit on the 1995 film. I'm completely swept up in the story - which is good, seeing as I had to read the first volume, a/k/a 120 pages, for the next class - but it helps a lot that I have such vivid images of all the characters. It also helps that I am now old enough to appreciate Jane Austen's humor in a way I simply could not do in high school. Much as I wanted to, I couldn't really get into it. But now I keep bursting into giggles.

And a riddle:
Oh yes, we had a bonus point on our pop quiz today if we solved the following Austen riddle:

You may lie on my first on the side of the stream
And my second compose to the nymph you adore

But if, when you've none of my whole, her esteem
And affection deminish- think of her no more
("and part 2, to whom does this apply in Northanger Abbey?")

I looked at that and was pretty sure I knew the first part, but as to the rest I was completely blank.  And more blank.  And blank some more (as most of the class appeared to be).  And then all of a sudden, in the very last second, it was like OHHHHHHHH!  I AM AWESOME.  And then I could not stop being smug and grinning to myself, because there's nothing more satisfying than solving a riddle on your own.

My thought process, let me show you it: ", um, bank letter, bank song, bank poem NOTE.  BANK NOTE.  MONEY.  I WIN AT LIFE."

(in a related note, I heart this class, and this professor, so so so much.)
Tags: books, college, torchwood, tv commentary
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