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shallowness) wrote2019-12-03 08:51 pm
shallowness) wrote2019-12-03 08:51 pm
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Belatedly...
War of the Worlds – episode 3
Quite the contrast to all the Christmas shows they were advertising around it. Seriously, I do wonder how it would have landed at a different time of year.
The two timelines worked together better than in the previous episode. For one thing, I finally realised that chap played by Sherlock’s Anderson was a priest/vicar. But oof, it was grim. I didn’t buy that one green plant could make the clouds part symbolically to show the sun, and even humanity’s survival rates had been improved by Team Science, the glum question ‘What’ll you do when they come back with food supplies?’ arose.
Horror elements abounded in the past; no wonder Amy repressed her memories. Not my favourite bit, as the dwindling numbers were trapped in the big house. Then we had the aliens Shelobing the humans. Amy’s scant interest in the little girl kind of made her future maternal angst less sympathetic, though I respected her for being able to make hard decisions.
For all that they made the English colonialism–Martian colonialism link clear in George and Frederick’s argument, they never resolved Amy’s complicity. Her story about India, her father the mapmaker, and the poor but happy natives and George jr’s desire to visit that time (for the bright colours and biodiversity)…it was a ll a bit more problematic than the main text wanted it to be. Also, for all the swiping at the image of Englishmen, Frederick and then George died sacrificial deaths (George more intentionally, because I think Frederick froze).
Anyway, the idea of Amy relating that in the future to Ogilvy lent more structure and sense. She asked a good question about why the burial grounds where the only fertile grounds and that, based on her memories of the flesh eating and weakening aliens, got them somewhere.
Fair play, Eleanor Tomlinson carried that. Though maybe she should beg her casting agent to get her something set in the here and now as she’s always doing period drama.
Quite the contrast to all the Christmas shows they were advertising around it. Seriously, I do wonder how it would have landed at a different time of year.
The two timelines worked together better than in the previous episode. For one thing, I finally realised that chap played by Sherlock’s Anderson was a priest/vicar. But oof, it was grim. I didn’t buy that one green plant could make the clouds part symbolically to show the sun, and even humanity’s survival rates had been improved by Team Science, the glum question ‘What’ll you do when they come back with food supplies?’ arose.
Horror elements abounded in the past; no wonder Amy repressed her memories. Not my favourite bit, as the dwindling numbers were trapped in the big house. Then we had the aliens Shelobing the humans. Amy’s scant interest in the little girl kind of made her future maternal angst less sympathetic, though I respected her for being able to make hard decisions.
For all that they made the English colonialism–Martian colonialism link clear in George and Frederick’s argument, they never resolved Amy’s complicity. Her story about India, her father the mapmaker, and the poor but happy natives and George jr’s desire to visit that time (for the bright colours and biodiversity)…it was a ll a bit more problematic than the main text wanted it to be. Also, for all the swiping at the image of Englishmen, Frederick and then George died sacrificial deaths (George more intentionally, because I think Frederick froze).
Anyway, the idea of Amy relating that in the future to Ogilvy lent more structure and sense. She asked a good question about why the burial grounds where the only fertile grounds and that, based on her memories of the flesh eating and weakening aliens, got them somewhere.
Fair play, Eleanor Tomlinson carried that. Though maybe she should beg her casting agent to get her something set in the here and now as she’s always doing period drama.