No fashion notes today . . . well, I lied. There is one. Was Frid really going grey or was that some sort of misguided artistic effect?
I was watching Friday's shows last night and it occurred to me that this is really a watershed moment for me. We're on the road to nowhere so to speak. Oh, sure there are a few notable points where we get to pull off and take a look at some nice scenic overlooks, and that's great, but the destination doesn't change.
So. For those of you who already consider me hypercritical and aren't exactly big fans, consider this your warning. 'Cause you ain't seen nothing yet.
Okey doke. Still with me? Last chance to go read something else.
I hate 1970PT. I really do. I don't hate it quite as much as the
Wuthering Heights as Interpreted by Ed Wood mess that passes for 1841PT, but this is way down there on the list. I realize that half the cast was off making a film and they needed to work around that. Fine.
This is what they come up with??? Too bad someone couldn't have spiked DC's coffee with some Ritalin.
Don't know what's worse: the wrap up for the Leviathan mess or 1970PT. Sloppy, sloppy writing all around. Roger's got the right idea about Jeb, no question. But I love how suddenly he's the stern uncle and Liz is the lax mother. Since when? Bennett and Edmonds managed to give the scene a bit of punch--their last go at what was once a really well-constructed, written, and acted sibling relationship, but it's not what it could have and should have been.
I used to watch
Dr. Who. I liked it just fine. I would watch it if it was still airing on U.S. Television. But let's give it a rest, okay? This quasi-SciFi plot is so not a solution and it's symptomatic of the chronic problem they had with writing on this show: they write themselves into a corner or lose interest in what they were writing. They then switch over to another time period and write the same sort of stuff that they were doing before and so on and so on.
Clean up the dangling plots you already have. Instead of going for this really, really lame [spoiler]Rebecca with Martha Stewart in the title role[/spoiler] ripoff, do something with the actors that's a little bit fresh in the here and now.
Okay, last time I checked vampires were sensitive to
natural sunlight. Flashlights and electric lamps were not a problem. I notice that Barnabas manages just fine in an electrically lit environment.
It's a bit late in the game to apologize to Megan, don't you think? Besides, what life does she have to go back to? The antique shop is a pile of ash. Her husband is considered a murderer and he's dead now. Of course, Megan just articulated this even as I scrawled my notes. (Jinx).
[rant]In any case, I am so not buying this eternal regret schtick that Barnabas goes into every damn time he screws up. I just don't. You can apologize all you want. If there's no meaning behind it, no sincerity, then it's just hot air. When you've acted rashly for the umpteenth time, and then once again, start bemoaning your actions and your very existence, it's empty and it's a waste of everybody's time.
This, of course, is the point where people usually point out that see, Barnabas can't help himself. I might accept that were it not for the fact that at the time he was chomping down on Megan, Julia was running to and fro with syringes.
Barnabas
never, but
never accepts accountability for his actions. He blames Angelique. He blames the curse. He blames anybody but himself and he never, ever really tries to suck it up (figuratively speaking) and do the non-selfish thing. So absolutely no sympathy from yours truly (and do what you will to my Karma totals for that
) [/rant]
Again with the aversion to electricity. Enough already.
Oh, God. Poor Willie. Last week he had his life together. He was engaged. He had a future. He was happy. Now he's back again with Mr. Responsibility and Dr. Someday He'll Love Me and he's shaking like a leaf.
Let me get this straight: you can't trust Sky to kill Angelique, but you can trust him to reveal her coffin location. Uh huh. Said together in the same minute.
I really, really hate the stylized dialogue between Hoffman and PT Liz. I realize that the ambiguous and emphatic indefinite pronouns are meant to keep the suspense going, but it's like watching Kabuki drama or something.
Meanwhile, Barnabas is screaming "Let me in!" WTF? The man is just totally addicted to drama.
Well, at least Roger's looking pretty happy. Heh. Poor Megan though. All the other vampires have nice shiny coffins and she's stuck with the equivalent of an orange crate. You know, the kind the family buys and says "well, it'll be covered with flowers."
[rant]All right. That's it. Julia. Done with her. Barnabas, well, never really liked the guy, but I am so, so done with him. Everyone's written like a caricature. The writing sucks. Absolutely reeks. The plotting. Don't get me started on the plotting. I just don't care anymore about the welfare of any of these characters. The only one left with any humanity is Willie and that's it. And we're about to embark on a plot where absolutely bloody no one is likeable. I just do not care.
I'm watching for the trainwreck value alone or out of habit or something, but it becomes very easy at this point to turn off my TV. That's where I am right now. Maybe I'm alone at this point. I don't know. I'm just saying.[/rant].
"I must take that chance. Something draws me there. I don't want to stay away!"
Jeez, Louise, it's not rocket science, Julia. The man's addicted to being at the center of a big messy drama. He's got to be involved front in center in every damned thing going down. That's why he lies
all of the time. That's why he can never explain what's going on to any of the so-called normal characters. He's got a pathological need to marginalize everybody else no matter what. Now he's bored 'cause the crisis is over and he's looking in on a whole new world of people he can dominate.
1970PT creeps, look out.
