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shallowness) wrote2019-04-18 09:42 am
shallowness) wrote2019-04-18 09:42 am
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R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
Due to carelessness on my part, the post about The Widow will be much later, not that I think anyone else is watching it.
MotherFatherSon 1.7
This show has been described as overwrought, well, it’s practically jacked up to eleven, except for the pace at which people (Caden) act on decisions.
I wondered idly if the writer had done more research into Muslim funeral practices than how the UK parliamentary democracy works.
Weird scene between Max, Lauren and Angela that started with him trying to get her to dial down on the campaign, but saw that she wasn’t going to. The rest of the episode was Lauren being sad about her lack of self-respect.
As Kathryn faced up to all that Caden had done, not limited to his self-destructive behaviour leading up to the stroke, he said he was totally going to, at some point, do a thing leading to his self-respect. Just after he’d declared himself to Orla (what a tame, if symbolically apt story hers was) and tried to make her less sad. I note that a grieving family from a warzone’s emotions were subservient to white guilt mixed with grief. I actually find the show is a bit all over the place and inauthentic on race, but it’s a parallel universe, with just enough echoes of rioting and recent political developments for us not to wriggle off the hook.
Elena got to ‘I don’t want this man to bring up my son given the bang-up job he did on his first child’ all on her own. Smart woman.
There’s nothing like smashing someone’s window to precede an invitation to your wedding, is there?
Lauren didn’t listen to her mother and resign, although it’s clear that Max only considers her a part of the family because she’s a yes woman.
Mrs Prime Minister should be PM. I bet she’d attend COBRA. The obvious visual comparison was black mothers talking sense, but let us not forget the contrast with another mother who had lost her child. Still, the reported were prize muggins, the hook for the mother ought to have been that if her ‘friends’ planted evidence, they might not have got the actual killer. Whilst they were angsting about whether Nick ought to go to Israel, I was all ‘do your job better’. Also, I think Maggie lied, journalism is the love of her life.
But best to go along with it. Lancashire is still having a whale of a time when Angela is giving speeches, and Max FINALLY had a moment’s disquiet about her demagoguery (but then he’d been too busy being defensive about his story leading to a young man’s death, and too busy over-identifying with his readers’ feelings and fighting familial blazes to notice before).
So he visited Kathyn’s mum, who, by the way, has not visited Caden, and thought Kathryn’s issues were parental. Cue the job offer – she’s bossy and she’s got better instincts than you, mate, but that’s absurd. Kathryn, dressed in a silver and gold metallic dress that looked like a flame in certain lights, stood beside him, looking down through glass but at London, not their son’s operation. And then she walked away.
Inspired by everyone’s ‘What I’m Reading Wednesday’ posts, I’ve just finished The Tropic of Serpents by Marie Brennan. It’s book 2 in the Lady Trent’s memoirs series, and it is far too long since I read the first ‘volume’. I love the astringent voice of the older Lady Trent narrating her younger self’s adventures. This time, the widowed Isabella is having adventures in an African equivalent. I kept mentally tripping up on how this is and isn’t like out world. Obviously, there be dragons, but every time you think ‘so Scritland equates to Victorian Britain’ there’s something that reminds you that no, it doesn’t quite. But sexism, classism, racism and colonialism are still pretty much the same. I was less interested in the time spend in the Golden One’s palace than in the ‘Green Hell’, although it was crucial to the plot. Lots of tantalising hints about exciting developments in future books, so I’m determined to pick up and read the next instalment more quickly.
MotherFatherSon 1.7
This show has been described as overwrought, well, it’s practically jacked up to eleven, except for the pace at which people (Caden) act on decisions.
I wondered idly if the writer had done more research into Muslim funeral practices than how the UK parliamentary democracy works.
Weird scene between Max, Lauren and Angela that started with him trying to get her to dial down on the campaign, but saw that she wasn’t going to. The rest of the episode was Lauren being sad about her lack of self-respect.
As Kathryn faced up to all that Caden had done, not limited to his self-destructive behaviour leading up to the stroke, he said he was totally going to, at some point, do a thing leading to his self-respect. Just after he’d declared himself to Orla (what a tame, if symbolically apt story hers was) and tried to make her less sad. I note that a grieving family from a warzone’s emotions were subservient to white guilt mixed with grief. I actually find the show is a bit all over the place and inauthentic on race, but it’s a parallel universe, with just enough echoes of rioting and recent political developments for us not to wriggle off the hook.
Elena got to ‘I don’t want this man to bring up my son given the bang-up job he did on his first child’ all on her own. Smart woman.
There’s nothing like smashing someone’s window to precede an invitation to your wedding, is there?
Lauren didn’t listen to her mother and resign, although it’s clear that Max only considers her a part of the family because she’s a yes woman.
Mrs Prime Minister should be PM. I bet she’d attend COBRA. The obvious visual comparison was black mothers talking sense, but let us not forget the contrast with another mother who had lost her child. Still, the reported were prize muggins, the hook for the mother ought to have been that if her ‘friends’ planted evidence, they might not have got the actual killer. Whilst they were angsting about whether Nick ought to go to Israel, I was all ‘do your job better’. Also, I think Maggie lied, journalism is the love of her life.
But best to go along with it. Lancashire is still having a whale of a time when Angela is giving speeches, and Max FINALLY had a moment’s disquiet about her demagoguery (but then he’d been too busy being defensive about his story leading to a young man’s death, and too busy over-identifying with his readers’ feelings and fighting familial blazes to notice before).
So he visited Kathyn’s mum, who, by the way, has not visited Caden, and thought Kathryn’s issues were parental. Cue the job offer – she’s bossy and she’s got better instincts than you, mate, but that’s absurd. Kathryn, dressed in a silver and gold metallic dress that looked like a flame in certain lights, stood beside him, looking down through glass but at London, not their son’s operation. And then she walked away.
Inspired by everyone’s ‘What I’m Reading Wednesday’ posts, I’ve just finished The Tropic of Serpents by Marie Brennan. It’s book 2 in the Lady Trent’s memoirs series, and it is far too long since I read the first ‘volume’. I love the astringent voice of the older Lady Trent narrating her younger self’s adventures. This time, the widowed Isabella is having adventures in an African equivalent. I kept mentally tripping up on how this is and isn’t like out world. Obviously, there be dragons, but every time you think ‘so Scritland equates to Victorian Britain’ there’s something that reminds you that no, it doesn’t quite. But sexism, classism, racism and colonialism are still pretty much the same. I was less interested in the time spend in the Golden One’s palace than in the ‘Green Hell’, although it was crucial to the plot. Lots of tantalising hints about exciting developments in future books, so I’m determined to pick up and read the next instalment more quickly.