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dangermousieWatching 'Doomsday' bits in the morning (for screencapping) is a bad BAD idea. Your face will end up blotchy like hell. FUCK. Starting with end of S2, the Doctor's arc is losing what he cares about: woman he loves in Doomsday, more and more of himself in S3, culminating with the last person of his kind, a friend/foe in LotTL. It's all about how completely isolated and lonely he is, isn't it? A catalogue of loss.
My new show to watch is Life on Mars with John Simm. After being involved in a car accident in 2006, DCI Sam Tyler wakes up to find himself in 1973. Is it real, is it a coma? Who knows. But he has to adjust.
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Oh, and it seems I have to lay off the word 'soulmate,' at least in the Who fandom, as they have TPTB on their side. I found some quote where Russell T. Davies referred to Doctor/Rose as 'soulmates.' But I still hate that word the way Cybermen hate Daleks. *sticks tongue out*
In other news, Does anyone else have a favorite rainy weather book? It’s been rainy and gloomy here today (though I had an awesomely geeky lunch with Mr. Mousie, eating soup and discussing Doctor Who. Few better ways to spend your lunch).
But anyway, my favorite rainy-grey-day book, the book that I want to curel up with on the couch, drinking tea, is Charles Dickens’ Nicholas Nickleby (I am a huge Dickens fan, and it’s proof of how much I love Mr. Mousie, that I still married him despite his dislike of Dickens :P).
It’s a little odd, actually, that NN is that choice, because even though I love NN, it is not my favorite Dickens novel. That honor goes to Our Mutual Friend, one of my all time favorites. I confess that Eugene Wrayburn is by far my favorite Dickens character ever, and he is actually rather un-Dickenslike, cynical, clever/bored/passionate, redeemed. In a way, he makes me think of Steerforth from David Copperfield, if Steerforth was allowed to be that way (DC is one of the few Dickens books I actually loathe. I hate everyone in it, except for Streeforth, but my choicest loathing is saved for annoying preachy David himself). And Eugene has awesome taste in women as Lizzy Hexam is one of the Dickens heroines I really love. Oh, one of my happiest memories is a sunny spring day and me spending most of it outside on one of the lawns of my college, reading OMG non-stop (I finished it in a day).
Btw, there is a wonderful 1998 BBC adaptation of OMF with Steven Mackintosh as John, Anna Friel as Bella, Paul McGann as Eugene and Keeley Hawes as Lizzie. Oddly enough, while in the novel I like John but adore Eugene, in the adaptation I like Eugene but adore John. Part is because I don’t think Paul McGann is my image of Eugene (even though he is very good), but part is because Steven Mackintosh makes John, who is a man with no identity, a lot of reserve and issues, and suffering from withdrawn, passionate love of haughty, mercenary, but ultimately adorable Bella, so damn irresistable. Actually, I remember going to see a play on Broadway, a long time ago, and Anna Friel was one of the stars. One of my friends (who didn’t go to the play but had a lot of fun watching OMF with me) was all ‘if you wait at stage door and meet her, ask her what it felt like to kiss Steven Mackintosh.’ Heh. (I didn’t).
But anyway, it’s Nicholas Nickleby that is my comfort choice. It’s one of the three Dickens’ novels I truly adore (the other ones are OMF and Pickwick Papers). I love it because of Nicholas, who is truly decent and good, without being horribly cloying, because of Dickens’ indignation at the horrible school system, because of wonderful or horrific supporting characters, because of a lovely love story, and just because it’s a book that I can’t put down. There are two lovely adaptations I’ve seen. One is a movie with Charlie Hunnam (it also stars Jamie Bell as Smike, which is a bad bad thing as it made me cry in the theater) and another a BBC adaptation with James D’arcy. There is also apparently a filmed version of a play of NN that is suppposed to be awesome but I hadn’t gotten my hands on it yet.
In other news, I am amused that amazon.co.uk keeps trying to suggest Touching Evil to me as a DVD I might like (probably because I have other Robson Green series in there). Heh. Fat chance. I saw some of it because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fire_snake liked it, and it was very very excellent, and it is one of the very few things I have up because it was much too depressing and angsty! True, the subject matter (the characters work in a serial killer type investigative unit) wasn’t chirpy to begin with, but the whole modus operandi for the show seemed to be to punish Robson Green’s character for any happiness he might have had. Sort of a ‘hah! You forgot for a second the utter desolation and horror of your existence! Time to do something horrific to remind you of it, like killing a cute child you feel responsible for. You need to know life’s not sunshine and puppies. Unless it’s puppies boiled by sunshine into a gloopy mess. Forget any hopes you might have had for surcease of pain for longer than two seconds, puny mortal!’
Seriously. I got off the angst train shortly after they killed a character I liked in some season because seriously, it was fictional equivalent of fingernail pulling. Excellent series, but enough to make you hit your head on a wall.
My new show to watch is Life on Mars with John Simm. After being involved in a car accident in 2006, DCI Sam Tyler wakes up to find himself in 1973. Is it real, is it a coma? Who knows. But he has to adjust.
MV:
Oh, and it seems I have to lay off the word 'soulmate,' at least in the Who fandom, as they have TPTB on their side. I found some quote where Russell T. Davies referred to Doctor/Rose as 'soulmates.' But I still hate that word the way Cybermen hate Daleks. *sticks tongue out*
In other news, Does anyone else have a favorite rainy weather book? It’s been rainy and gloomy here today (though I had an awesomely geeky lunch with Mr. Mousie, eating soup and discussing Doctor Who. Few better ways to spend your lunch).
But anyway, my favorite rainy-grey-day book, the book that I want to curel up with on the couch, drinking tea, is Charles Dickens’ Nicholas Nickleby (I am a huge Dickens fan, and it’s proof of how much I love Mr. Mousie, that I still married him despite his dislike of Dickens :P).
It’s a little odd, actually, that NN is that choice, because even though I love NN, it is not my favorite Dickens novel. That honor goes to Our Mutual Friend, one of my all time favorites. I confess that Eugene Wrayburn is by far my favorite Dickens character ever, and he is actually rather un-Dickenslike, cynical, clever/bored/passionate, redeemed. In a way, he makes me think of Steerforth from David Copperfield, if Steerforth was allowed to be that way (DC is one of the few Dickens books I actually loathe. I hate everyone in it, except for Streeforth, but my choicest loathing is saved for annoying preachy David himself). And Eugene has awesome taste in women as Lizzy Hexam is one of the Dickens heroines I really love. Oh, one of my happiest memories is a sunny spring day and me spending most of it outside on one of the lawns of my college, reading OMG non-stop (I finished it in a day).
Btw, there is a wonderful 1998 BBC adaptation of OMF with Steven Mackintosh as John, Anna Friel as Bella, Paul McGann as Eugene and Keeley Hawes as Lizzie. Oddly enough, while in the novel I like John but adore Eugene, in the adaptation I like Eugene but adore John. Part is because I don’t think Paul McGann is my image of Eugene (even though he is very good), but part is because Steven Mackintosh makes John, who is a man with no identity, a lot of reserve and issues, and suffering from withdrawn, passionate love of haughty, mercenary, but ultimately adorable Bella, so damn irresistable. Actually, I remember going to see a play on Broadway, a long time ago, and Anna Friel was one of the stars. One of my friends (who didn’t go to the play but had a lot of fun watching OMF with me) was all ‘if you wait at stage door and meet her, ask her what it felt like to kiss Steven Mackintosh.’ Heh. (I didn’t).
But anyway, it’s Nicholas Nickleby that is my comfort choice. It’s one of the three Dickens’ novels I truly adore (the other ones are OMF and Pickwick Papers). I love it because of Nicholas, who is truly decent and good, without being horribly cloying, because of Dickens’ indignation at the horrible school system, because of wonderful or horrific supporting characters, because of a lovely love story, and just because it’s a book that I can’t put down. There are two lovely adaptations I’ve seen. One is a movie with Charlie Hunnam (it also stars Jamie Bell as Smike, which is a bad bad thing as it made me cry in the theater) and another a BBC adaptation with James D’arcy. There is also apparently a filmed version of a play of NN that is suppposed to be awesome but I hadn’t gotten my hands on it yet.
In other news, I am amused that amazon.co.uk keeps trying to suggest Touching Evil to me as a DVD I might like (probably because I have other Robson Green series in there). Heh. Fat chance. I saw some of it because
fire_snake liked it, and it was very very excellent, and it is one of the very few things I have up because it was much too depressing and angsty! True, the subject matter (the characters work in a serial killer type investigative unit) wasn’t chirpy to begin with, but the whole modus operandi for the show seemed to be to punish Robson Green’s character for any happiness he might have had. Sort of a ‘hah! You forgot for a second the utter desolation and horror of your existence! Time to do something horrific to remind you of it, like killing a cute child you feel responsible for. You need to know life’s not sunshine and puppies. Unless it’s puppies boiled by sunshine into a gloopy mess. Forget any hopes you might have had for surcease of pain for longer than two seconds, puny mortal!’Seriously. I got off the angst train shortly after they killed a character I liked in some season because seriously, it was fictional equivalent of fingernail pulling. Excellent series, but enough to make you hit your head on a wall.
