Writing and watching
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shallownessNormally, I don’t feel the need to address that this is a fannish space, it just is, and I rarely comment on non-fannish stuff. But the news was horrible (and I have a real grown-up problem to contend with at some point, but that feels like privileged whining.) So I went back and forth on whether to even mention it last night and posted nothing. Below, then, fannish stuff, as per usual.
I posted some fanfic at the end of last week. the moon’s daughter (Gotham, Selina/Bruce futurefic, PG). Although other iterations of Catwoman informed the fic, I wanted the backstory Gotham offers for this fic. Why have they stopped airing Gotham in the UK, by the way? I didn’t know if the two different halves melded together until I found what I think is a nice bridge for them. I was too lazy/precious to make it a triple drabble.
I also wrote Tri ci bach (BtVS, Anya/Giles, post s6, PG) which I admit is self-indulgent and a bit revealing. In both cases, it has been lovely to get feedback.
Both fics were written when I should have been working on the ending of a much longer fic. Ahem.
I was toying with dropping Electric Dreams, but then I realised Tuppence Middleton was in The Commuter, so I stuck with it, and I’m glad I did. It was much better than the last two episodes. Perhaps it helped that it was set in a world that was recognisably close to ours. Well, the train station was a little scuzzier.
I didn’t mind that it was never explained how Whatshername could warp reality. I loved that it got increasingly weird, and that it was done in a mix of ways: the image of people jumping out of a train onto a field; that moment where I nearly did a double-take after he’d returned home after his first visit to Macon Heights and his wife talked about them not having kids; that Whatshername’s office was just a façade. I adored that Macon Heights, this idealised town, had no cars. The FX only heightened all the other tricks. The only dodgy effect for me was when Whatshername disappeared into the stairs, for I liked the unreal attic and the gravity defying, the videos of memory. There were echoes of Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes, The Prisoner and the old-fashioned touches in a modern context worked here – Jane wanting to smoke on the station, the jazz music, the tearoom – instead of the problems of the future as imagined fifty years or so ago.
And while the protagonist was sympathetic, and what his wife said about being frightened of his smile, which was his attempt to keep things together, was horrible, it was also understandable. There weren’t any easy choices for Sam. So, bravo, everyone involved. That was much better.
As for the Strictly results...
Very fun, athletic opening from the pros with great prop wrangiing.
While I welcomed Tess wearing a colour, the asymmetry and fit just did not work. Claudia and Darcey did their versions of safe black dresses, while Shirley pulled off a trouser suit that was pretending to be a dress. Meanwhile, Emilie Sandé’s outfit was more interesting than her usual caftans, but her song was so dull it was a good job Katya and Neil danced so much. Though that lace thing they made Katya wear was ghastly.
TPTB obviously don’t know what to call the Claudia plus judges section, but they tried to make it informative, and succeeded until we got to Bruno’s waffle.
The celebs had to suffer through their first stint under the lights. In the first go, most of the top of the leaderboard and Ruth were called safe. Chizzy both was and wasn’t a surprise – I don’t think I’d absorbed the combined scoreboard properly. The producers decided to keep Alexandra waiting in the hope that she’d give a big response, I daresay, but she sort of deflated in relief, which should learn them. So, of the people who were at the bottom, Brian gave voters the least reason to save him, I think.
I didn’t watch the routines, so I shouldn’t comment on that.
I saw ITT, though, and poor Chizzy! Meanwhile, the last shot of the round-up of the weekend was showmance baiting of the highest order. I am trying to withstand the excited build-up to Movie Night, but then again, I should probably just embrace it. If there is no nod to La La Land, I don’t know my Strictly.
I posted some fanfic at the end of last week. the moon’s daughter (Gotham, Selina/Bruce futurefic, PG). Although other iterations of Catwoman informed the fic, I wanted the backstory Gotham offers for this fic. Why have they stopped airing Gotham in the UK, by the way? I didn’t know if the two different halves melded together until I found what I think is a nice bridge for them. I was too lazy/precious to make it a triple drabble.
I also wrote Tri ci bach (BtVS, Anya/Giles, post s6, PG) which I admit is self-indulgent and a bit revealing. In both cases, it has been lovely to get feedback.
Both fics were written when I should have been working on the ending of a much longer fic. Ahem.
I was toying with dropping Electric Dreams, but then I realised Tuppence Middleton was in The Commuter, so I stuck with it, and I’m glad I did. It was much better than the last two episodes. Perhaps it helped that it was set in a world that was recognisably close to ours. Well, the train station was a little scuzzier.
I didn’t mind that it was never explained how Whatshername could warp reality. I loved that it got increasingly weird, and that it was done in a mix of ways: the image of people jumping out of a train onto a field; that moment where I nearly did a double-take after he’d returned home after his first visit to Macon Heights and his wife talked about them not having kids; that Whatshername’s office was just a façade. I adored that Macon Heights, this idealised town, had no cars. The FX only heightened all the other tricks. The only dodgy effect for me was when Whatshername disappeared into the stairs, for I liked the unreal attic and the gravity defying, the videos of memory. There were echoes of Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes, The Prisoner and the old-fashioned touches in a modern context worked here – Jane wanting to smoke on the station, the jazz music, the tearoom – instead of the problems of the future as imagined fifty years or so ago.
And while the protagonist was sympathetic, and what his wife said about being frightened of his smile, which was his attempt to keep things together, was horrible, it was also understandable. There weren’t any easy choices for Sam. So, bravo, everyone involved. That was much better.
As for the Strictly results...
Very fun, athletic opening from the pros with great prop wrangiing.
While I welcomed Tess wearing a colour, the asymmetry and fit just did not work. Claudia and Darcey did their versions of safe black dresses, while Shirley pulled off a trouser suit that was pretending to be a dress. Meanwhile, Emilie Sandé’s outfit was more interesting than her usual caftans, but her song was so dull it was a good job Katya and Neil danced so much. Though that lace thing they made Katya wear was ghastly.
TPTB obviously don’t know what to call the Claudia plus judges section, but they tried to make it informative, and succeeded until we got to Bruno’s waffle.
The celebs had to suffer through their first stint under the lights. In the first go, most of the top of the leaderboard and Ruth were called safe. Chizzy both was and wasn’t a surprise – I don’t think I’d absorbed the combined scoreboard properly. The producers decided to keep Alexandra waiting in the hope that she’d give a big response, I daresay, but she sort of deflated in relief, which should learn them. So, of the people who were at the bottom, Brian gave voters the least reason to save him, I think.
I didn’t watch the routines, so I shouldn’t comment on that.
I saw ITT, though, and poor Chizzy! Meanwhile, the last shot of the round-up of the weekend was showmance baiting of the highest order. I am trying to withstand the excited build-up to Movie Night, but then again, I should probably just embrace it. If there is no nod to La La Land, I don’t know my Strictly.
