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How perfect would Emma Chambers be as Her Majesty the Queen of Lancre Magrat Garlick?

I'm watching Vicar of Dibley and apart from marvelling at the rather consistent cast of British actors who seem to be in everything and giggling at Dawn French, but then she appeared:

She seems perfect.

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Germany, Bremen

The fight between good and evil as told from the refreshing POV of two angsty built white dudes in their twenties. So. Um. Who is this show for?

It's as though they marinated an eighties cop show in current slash fandom for a while and this is what came up. There are these two angsty brothers in their tweens who fight demons, and angst about the (dead) women in their lives, go to hell, and angst, and get tortured, and angst, and torture others, and angst, and kill boatloads of innocent people, and angst. Later on, they acquire an angelic side-kick, and the show seems to be fully aware of the slash potential, at least I find it hard to explain away the way scenes between these three are filmed otherwise.

Much like in most corners of manslash fandom, there just are no female main characters in the show, and if there are women, they are used as bait, as window dressing, as a cause, as a reward, and usually to scream because they can scream at a higher pitch. Every female character is a "bitch" or a "whore", and they all come between the brothers and therefore ultimately need to be destroyed. But they are demons, so that is fine.

The series seems to be aware of the fact that it has a fandom, but also seems to think that they're a bunch of overexcited morons. So... is this aimed at self-loathing or ~self-ironic~ white female slash fandom or really misogynistic white gay men (and neither seems unlikely, given that the series seems to imply that one of the male leads is bisexual)?

Internet, please explain.

Current Mood: confused

If there is one reason to watch Sherlock, it's the landlady.

There are several others, but Una Stubbs is definitely the main attraction for me. ♥

Current Mood: bouncy

Ooh, I've fallen in love with this series, and Maggie is a delight in it - her character is superb. I think I need to change my answer in

woldy's meme, this is needs to be this year's discovery. It's about a grand Edwardian estate, its family and servants in the early the years before WWI. The characters are delightful, as are the actors and actresses.

You ought to give it a go, if not for Maggie or the characters, then for the accents, clandestine gay characters (though I doubt he'll get much action after the first episode, poor dear) and good Lord, for the clothes:

Current Mood: lazy
Current Location: Germany, Bremen

Lessons learned from the show:

1. If you have unprotected sex, you WILL get pregnant.

2. If you have protected sex, you WILL get pregnant.
3. If you use condoms, they WILL break.
4. If you are on the pill AND use a condom AND have lots of sex, you WILL get pregnant.
5. Girls don't know what masturbation is until they're fifteen.
6. Having an abortion at fifteen is a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE THING.
7. Having a baby at fifteen will make you SO HAPPY.
8. Being a teenage mother will totally unite your fighting parents AND attract lots of cute guys!
9. Women belong into the kitchen because they're just GOOD at it.
10. Having a baby at fifteen means your friends will be dying to spend more time with you.
11. Divorce is WRONG and you WILL get back together. And the best thing about this: you'll have another child!
12. You cannot keep a secret in High School, EVERYBODY KNOWS EVERYTHING.
13. Teenage dudes will fight tooth and nail to keep their children and get custody, so don't worry, you won't end up raising the kid alone.
14. It is less likely for people to have a baby if they are married adults taking the same steps to avoid pregancy as teenagers.
15. If you sleep around a lot before you have a child, your child will be a stillborn preemie.

Who is funding this show?

I suppose it's good that there is a show that focuses on how having a baby at fifteen is NOT the end of the world and that there are teenage boys who really enjoy fatherhood, but seriously? Having an abortion at fifteen is fine, too, if you don't feel you can handle the responsibility of raising a child just yet and want to focus on, you know, not being a child yourself.

In the real worlds, babies are not magical plot devices who can fix everything that's wrong in your life story.

Current Mood: awake

Since most of our TV staples are currently on their summer break, Crocky and I have been checking out some new TV shows and like a few of the new ones.

White Collar: two WASPs, one FBI agent and a con-artist he arrested, strike an unlikely deal and fight crime. I don't really understand why this entertains me so much, especially given the paucity and relative two-dimensionality of the few female characters, but it is still entertaining to watch the main characters, in a The Pretender kind of way. The formula gets repetitive, though, but I am charmed by the fact that the main pairing of the show's fandom seems to be an OT3: con-artist/cop's wife/cop.

Pretty Little Liars - Desperate Housewives meets I Know What You Did Last Summer, sort of - four sixteen-year-old High School girls receive (text-) messages from someone impersonating their murdered friend Alison. The impersonator tries to expose the various secrets the four are entangled in and takes revenge on them. I am trying really, really hard to get into this, but fail because if this is what today's fifteen-year-olds think of themselves, it's hilarious.
So grown UP! And though I suspect that they do have a tongue-in-cheek My So-Called Life-take sometimes, this is not always that obvious. Especially the romantic storyline between one of their number and her teachers creeps me the hell out. I can see it work as a teenager fantasy, but I don't believe anyone would show this as a good thing on a show aimed at this demography. And those kids are so serious and GROWN-UP! Definitely old enough to have statutory rape-y relationships with their High School English teachers! Because they're TOTALLY WISE beyond their years! And if said High School teacher starts catching on and notices this might be dangerous for his job and leaves town, they are sad for days. DAYS, man! Also, the main characters are responsible for a fire that blinded another character, but we don't have to feel sorry for her, apparently, because she's creepy. Yeah. Also, they all look the same, and though one of them isn't white, no-one seems to be aware of that fact, which I found sad. I'm also shocked that Holly Mary Combs (37) has reached mother-character age already, especially seeing as her "daughter" Lucy Hale is 22.

Current Mood: dorky
Current Location: Germany, Bremen

None of these have a Christmas theme, but they're movies which tended to turn up on TV around Christmas while I was growing up, so they've become Christmas movies for me. They're all Fantasy movies, most of them don't only border on but have invaded and taken over cheesy territories, they're WASP-targeted to a fault and none of them apart from The Last Unicorn passes the Bechdel-Wallace test.

( Five. )

Current Mood: cold

When there are sex scenes, I'd like to be able to see the difference between rape and sex. ( Trigger warnings )
Saying you own someone is not romantic without very specific context requirements. Without those, it's creepy as fuck.
Even abusive pedophile uncles deserve a trial.
No, vampires are not just like gay people, fighting for equal rights and all.
I can't decide who's ripping off whose cheezy pulp romance story line here, Twilight or Charlaine Harris' opus. What's with the chastity and the really submissive white girls holding out for an abusive domly Mr. Right?
People are not pets. Repeat after me. Even submissive airheads. People are not pets. ("Sookie hates feeling like she's lost her independence" wtf).
"As your maker I command you"? Kudos, series, for replacing a physically abusive father figure with a controlling father figure. Hasn't been physically abusive yet if you discount the ~making~, but I suppose we're getting there at some point. EDIT: aaaand physically abusive, too. Awesome.
So you can cut hair and it behaves like human hair but hymens grow back? Uh-hu...

The only reason why I enjoy the series nonetheless are these two:

... in spite of various things (casual misogyny, fatphobia, etc., etc).

EDIT: ok, the only way this series makes sense is as BDSM porn for an audience sensible enough to kno about consent.
Two questions - do the people who made this series really believe that is everybody really that kink aware? And number two: the state of consent being what it is in mainstream (victim blaming, violence against women and slut shaming being so damn common), who thought it was a bright idea to make this series mainstream accessible?

Current Mood: bored

Advertising featured in my brother's oral exam, and for some completely weird reason they never discussed what types of images are used to advertise - female bodies or parts thereof. These weird gender blinkers made me curious - with something as omnipresent as using female, heavily sexualised bodies to sell (other) objects, how can they really arrive at any kind of solid analysis of any kind of advertising, especially in ads about alcohol...?

Crocky and I soon discovered Jean Kilbourne's oeuvre on women in ads through her "Killing Us Softly" series focusing on women in advertising. She also has a documentary on thinness in advertising called "Slim Hopes", and what I liked especially about that "Slim Hopes" is the connection she draws between thinness and moral purity, especially virginity. She has some really neat examples of how the metaphors that used to surround sexuality and moral is now associated with eating because both of those "appetites" have to be controlled.

Some of her main points from the study guide:

« Food & Advertising »

Food and diet products are often advertised with the language of morality. Words such as “guilt” and “sin” are often used to sell food.
Sex is frequently used to sell food. Many ads eroticize food and normalize binging. These ideas support dangerous eating disordered behaviors.
Thinness is today’s equivalent of virginity.
Women are shamed for eating, for having an appetite for food.
Control is often associated with thinness in advertising.
The obsession with thinness is related to the infantilization of women and the trivialization of women’s power.
Prejudice against fat people, particularly against fat women, is one of the last socially accepted forms of prejudice.
Women are sent the message that they shouldn’t eat too much, that it is appropriate to eat only a cereal bar for breakfast, and that they gain power and respect by controlling their bodies. When advertising for food is examined in conjunction with the prevalence of extremely thin models, we discover a recipe for disordered attitudes toward eating.

Jean Kilbourne.

She also almost quoted Granny Weatherwax ("There's no greys, only white that's got grubby. I'm surprised you don't know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That's what sin is.")

« Objectification »

“Women are constantly turned into things, into objects. And of course this has very serious consequences. For one thing it creates a climate in which there is widespread violence against women. Now I’m not at all saying that an ad… directly causes violence. It’s not that simple, but it is part of a cultural climate in which women are seen as things, as objects, and certainly turning a human being into a thing is almost always the first step toward justifying violence against that person.”

Jean Kilbourne.

Hardly news, but the documentary/talk is entertaining and interesting to watch even in spite of the annoying watermark and the miniature size.
I can't wait to see if one of our libraries has it.

Current Mood: calm

( A list of first impressions. ) So, overall, this is a really enjoyable movie and so, so much better than Colour of Magic or Hogfather, and I can't wait for the second part.

Current Mood: excited

Current Mood: excited

EDIT:

lordhellebore 's post just reminded me: Happy Easter, everyone! I hope you're having a great weekend.

Unlike Hellebore's Flist, I'm in OMG! mood not because of Easter, but because of Dragons and Vikings ♥. I don't know how I could have possibly missed this, but I learned only yesterday about the existence of "How To Train Your Dragon", the movie and the books. Male character and obvious annoyances aside, I'm incredibly excited about this. Even though the main dragon looks like a cross between a cat and a tadpole, what's up with that?

Still. There are Vikings!!, and someone on the giant love-fest that is DeviantArt told me there was going to be a shieldmaiden. Yes, she's most likekly going to be female action heroine stock, I know, but I like to think that that'll be counteracted by the awesomeness of Vikings.

Vikings. And dragons. I've already heard that whoever did the runes in that movie ought to have read up on them properly and not used English spelling, and how did someone raised by two guys with fake Hoot's Mon Scots get an American accent...?

Still. Vikings.

and ~~cats~~ ~~tadpoles~~ ~~Stitch~~ dragons!!

Current Mood: excited

How do you guys watch TV?

This is a serious question. Ever since I got sick I rediscovered watching TV in an attempt to brighten my mood. Turns out it's not as effortless as I thought it was, because pretending that things never happened to keep my mood from plummeting isn't effortless, relaxed entertainment.

It used to be easy before I got sick - turn on TV, forget I am a gay woman and that I actually care about people, go.

Now, not only can I not forget I'm a gay woman, I'm also no longer able to appreciate cynicism because again, it hurts my mood. And I like being in a good mood. I only started watching TV again because it requires comparatively less effort than reading and since my expectations of TV are so low that I'm not as easily disappointed or hurt by issues relating to LGBT people/gender/race, bad characters, bad writing, historical inaccuracies, you name it.

Still, even given my really low expectations, it's getting harder and harder to watch TV without needing to make a conscious effort to pretend that what you just saw did not happen and force your mind to black out whatever comedy or sitcom just drove home that people like me deserve to die/be raped/be tortured/be in pain because that's funny.

Is there a trick to this that I'm missing? If you watch TV, I'd like to know what your methods are, and I'd also be really grateful for recommendations for funny series.

Current Mood: annoyed

And for something completely petition-unrelated:

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discworld shared these promotional pictures for the adaptation of Going Postal that have been published on Sky's official page:

I haven't been following this, and I'm mostly looking forward to this as this is really not a series I care about that much. I am not sure how I feel about Witchfinder Aredian/Mr Tulkington/Christopher Lilly/Lord Stockbridge/Maxim de Winter being cast as Lord Vetinari, but Im not likely to agree with whomever gets cast in that role. Well, unless the acting is going to be what it was in large parts of Hogfather, then I'm not sure I'm looking forward to this at all.

( 4 more pictures )

Current Mood: bouncy

What we learned from this movie:

we live in a post-racial society, and cultures are the same and totally equal - like Western cultures and whatever passes for culture among those weird savages who run around naked and worship sky jellyfish.
women have to look after men. In any species, on any planet, women look after men. Until it gets dangerous. THEN the mighty male white saviour rescues the savage females.
men make decisions. Women may disagree with these decisions, but that's clearly wrong.
women (in this case, all-powerful nature goddesses) are resilient and need to get told what to do by foreign male saviours interfacing with them.
heterosexuality is a natural norm.
mother-characters are only in the story to take care of their men and then die and through their death make a powerful statement about how their men can live better.
men get to choose women. On any planet, in any society, men get to choose women. Also, everybody mates for life.
on any planet, women are the ones who cry, and the men are the ones who harden their features in response to grief.
minorities have to instruct hostile foreigners in their weird ways for the benefits of the foreigner.
white Americans can easily learn the ways of a noble savage race within a couple of weeks.
"tribal" music that fits a Westerners idea of African music is the only appropriate score for a movie about blue Aliens. Until there is large-scale genocide, that calls for a full orchestra. Until we reach personal tragedy, then we need a sad, shapeless lament sung by the Universal Voice of Grief™, a sad alto.
James Cameron is a huge gamer dork. Even the quest progression of the avatar in question is like that of any MMORPG. Even the order in which he gets mounts follows that (riding mount, flying mount, EPIC flying mount!!!11), and did we see the floating mountains of Outland on the horizon? Also: good to see that other people are looking forward to the Cataclysm expansion pack. Oh, yeah. Also, we know, James, we know, gaming addiction can be a real pain.
we know that the main character is a Real Man because a.) he really showed that pterodactyl who's boss by sticking his body parts into its body and restrains it physically, and b.) his manly rugged behaviour throughout the rest of the movie.
unobtainium. Unobtainium. Yeah, we got nothing.
white invaders are hurt by warfare, too - their love told them to piss off, imagine how that feels! They all make really sad faces. The complete obliteration of what passes for culture among the nekkid tribe pales in comparison.
no genocide can be quite as bad as Grace dying (grace, get it?). So let's have a huge-ass ceremony all about a white woman.
savages will trust a complete stranger who absolutely cannot be bothered to learn their language just as long as he boinks their princess and has their biggest ride to lead them into battle that will cost most of their lives.
there is a good military and a bad military. The good military are benevolent colonialists who are willing to put up with some heathen mumbo-jumbo in order to rise to the top, and the bad military do the same, only that they're willing to make sacrifices among enemy lines and just take what they want.
Intentions really, really matter - the hero (eventually) didn't mean to hurt anyone.Yes, fine, he told everybody everything about all of the savages secrets, but he didn't mean to do any harm!
Oh yeah, protect trees!.

In short: holy shit, this is a bad movie.

BAD. Really BAD.

I have never seen aynthing quite as bad in a long, looong time. Just how can anyone be involved in that movie and not realise how fucking bad it is?

Also, the worst thing: it is so obvious that in thousands of cinemas everywhere, people are going, "Wheee, flying dinosaurs!! Wohooo! BOOM, explosions!!" rather than, ".... what is this shit?!"

Current Mood: bitchy

Maybe I've come down with a series case of the dumb, but I don't get this show. It does bend over backwards to include a whole rainbow of minorities and then still goes out of its way to still make the straight, white, pretty, able-bodied and cisgendered people, usually males, end up in the main character slots and the administrative roles.

It's like watching a compass needle that's made out of the metal that comprises a white, able-bodied, cisgendered, heterosexual, male audience. In this case, it's been shaken up pretty badly by the presence of so many weird and non-white people, but as each episode progresses, you can watch the WACHM main character overcome adversity! I suppose that the show is meant to satirize this fact (or so I hope), but as a satire of other High School TV shows, it does not do a very good job.

Unless "satire" now means "take the storyline you wanted to write, notice that it's stereotypical, slightly exaggerate the stereotypes, let audience, who also doesn't know what "satire" means, think that your show must be a satire of ... well, something. It's clear that they don't mean this, right? That's why it's so exaggerated. Right?

Well, no. A "satire" is more complex than that. It usually focuses on individual shortcomings of the thing it's meant to satirize and exaggerate them with the goal of exposing these shortcomings. I don't see that done very convicingly in that show. If making fun at other High School stereotypes was not their goal, I don't understand what in this series is supposed to do, apart from trying to get more WACHM viewers interested in their local Glee club, because obviously, that's the only target audience that's represented in a mildly respectful way. If that was the intention, well done! And now piss off!

O M G W E R E W O L V E S ! ! ! !

Which was about my first reaction to finding that movie on what I consider to be the German Netflix. Well. Find my more coherent review below.

( Read more... )

So, fun to watch in spite of seriously creepy overtones.

Current Mood: content

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I was honestly surprised that there could be any other answers to this than Margaret Rutherford as Mrs Marple, and had to check the other answers to find out what other people think.

... although Evelyn Hamann as Adelheid is awesome, too.

When watching this movie you somohow really realise that it is a US adaptation of an originally German book written by an author who spends most of her time fangirling anglophone Fantasy. I really felt it showed. As always, some time is spent at the beginning of the film making the characters relatable for the US standard viewer. Meggie is turned into what seems to be an American teenager (although that may just be the impression I got of her), she gets the Wizard of Oz to read instead of Peter Pan, and they are OF COURSE not from here, they just travel around a lot to search for a book - and may or may not be American.

Also, the story is set in what appear to be the late eighties, car and clothes-wise, for no particular reason - maybe to make the story more "timeless", but it felt more like "hey, things are backwards in Europe!" to me - and all signs are in English, even in Switzerland. Ten minutes into it, and it seems as though I am too easily offended to enjoy this movie already.

One big advantage is that the names which I found unbearable in my native tongue work for me in English. I don't know why, they're direct translations, but for some reason, “Silvertongue” does not feel as though someone's scraping their nails over a blackboard, “Zauberzunge” does and had me wincing, as well as “Mo”, or “Meggie”. People round here just aren't called like that. Sometimes, it just seems to me that the German author adores anglophone Fantasy and it shows in the books. Some of the names did work for me, Staubfinger is just as good as Dustfinger, for instance.

There are of course massive plot alterations, not all of them are bad. While they don't do the most sensible thing and simply go to the author to get help with obtaining a copy of Inkheart like they do in the book, they do clear up the mother-situation a lot sooner. It was not very surprising when it happened in the book, and shortening that episode makes the film more interesting for me when that part of the plot made me impatient in the books.

Some things were terribly inconsistent, like Meggie spontaneously being able to write stories as well as read people out of them, or Elinor being so completely and utterly useless when in reality she is pretty kick-ass, or the little romance they apparently shoehorned into the story at the very end. Also, I can't shake off the feeling that the movie makers missed the point of the book, the part the reader has in understanding a book and creating a fictional world, there is none or very little of that here apart fromt he skelettal basics of people being able to read characters out of books. It was obvious that they were going to simplify some parts of this already simple series even more.

As in the book, I was rather disappointed that they didn't realise the full potential of being able to read characters out of books and do something more akin to the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny instead of wasting time to read some of the most aggravating characters in the history of Western literature out of books, like Toto, damnit. If you have a villain to dispose of, why go through all the trouble with getting a storm and whatnot if you could just read, I don't know, Superman out of the book and then sit back and watch as he saves the day? Come to think of it, why stop there? Why not get Hercules, or a humongous Mary-Sue or Greek god to help? This is of course not the movie's fault, though.

On the whole, I do like the actors they chose, though, with the possible exception of Brendan Fraser – if they wanted to have someone whose voice is so powerful that he can read characters out of the very pages of a book, I feel that they should have gotten someone who can actually read like that. I love of Pual Bettany's "Mad-Eye Moody Jr." Dustfinger, though, although this may be due to the fact that I love Paul Bettany, period, and I greatly enjoyed watching Andy "Capricorn" Serkis's face. Serkis really brought the movie to life for me, he felt most in character, and he was most interesting to watch.

All in all, it's a very colourful, pretty movie. Too fast paced, and it completely misses the point of the book, but it's pretty. Watching it is also much shorter than reading the book would be, so that's another point in favour. It does not live to the canon original, of course, but adaptations seldom do, the ending especially is an insult in it's cheesiness, but I doubt that can be avoided these days.

Current Mood: relaxed

I had a really lovely day today. My father is kind enough to repair my computer. Its cooler had fried the motherboard and the CPU, and he's setting my PC up with a new motherboard and even better video and sound cards we still have from my brother's old PC. I really appreciate that he is willing to take so much time to set me up with a PC that I'll only be using when I'm staying with my family. My family will be using it as a data storage PC, too, so it's not for my benefit only, but I'm still extremely grateful that he's willing to do that. My brother and I tried to help, but we couldn't really, so we went and watched this movie:

In the afternoon, my mother and I looked at the algae which grow on the walls of our aquarium. There were myriads of snail's eggs in them and weird little worms we couldn't identify and (uncharacteristically for her) didn't bother to find out about. I have had a silly and over-romanticising affection for labs and microscopes ever since I was about three and I still sometimes envy my family for being able to work with microscopes on a regular basis. I'm the only one who doesn't. My father only occasionally uses them, though, and my mother analyses car accidents involving wildlife for insurances, and she has her lab with microscopes at home.

( Greenery with eggs (5) )

Later today, after dark, my brother and I scared the neighbours and passers-by by taking pictures in the dark to test my camera's abilities at night and my brother's tripod - that was awesome. There's light frost on all the plants in our garden, some of which had already started blooming because of the warm winter. Still, with or without flash, it's hard to get things focused in the dark, and my live-view function doesn't really work well with little light - so we had to use torches to make sure that our pictures were focused. I guess our neighbours are used to our crazy.

( Random plants and our front lawn (5) )

Current Mood: calm

Crocky and I watched a really sweet movie last night. I's called Breakfast with Scot, and if you can, you need to watch it. It is funny, and the characters stay in character and relatively unclichéd. It's about the couple Eric and Sam who take in the son of Sam's SIL after her death because his father cannot be reached. While Eric, an ex-ice hockey player who is now a TV sports caster, is not too thrilled of their recent addition to the family, especially of the femine ways of the boy, Sam likes Scot. Waiting for Sam's brother, the boy's father to turn up, the three slowly grow together. This is the trailer:

It is not as syrupy as I had expected after seeing that there is a Christmas scene, and it convinced me so much that I ordered the novel it was based on which is also available on Google Books as a preview. I really need to check out more Canadian films if this one is anything to go by.

Ok, back to work. Somehow, the pile of "have to read" books for my paper is growing more than the "read" pile. I'm so scared of Thursday, when I'll need to show my Professor the abstract for my thesis, I can barely sleep.

Current Mood: cold

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( I am curious about several things... )

Current Mood: busy

This is not the most important question ever on gender politics in today's TV shows, but why is it that most of the heterosexual couples on telly engaging in happy post-coital cuddlery are usually shown in a position where the woman is lying on her side, cuddling up to the man's left shoulder?

Was there a memo? It's nitpicky, but I keep wondering why they are so uncreative about their cuddling positions. I realise that there is some sort of meaningful component to positions of couples cuddling or not cuddling in bed on TV which give the viewer an impression of their relationship status (like "distant couple", which always has the couple sitting propped up on the headboard at least 50cm apart, or "close-to-break-up", which features the man sitting on the edge of the bed, head in hands, and the woman sitting, her back against the headboard and her knees drawn towards her), so it's understandable that there's some repetition, but this degree seems just strange, and I do wonder whether they're doing it on purpose. It seems as though they want to portray all their cuddling males are extremely self-confident and relaxed and their cuddled women protected and adoring, but why impose this extremely limited cuddling-norm?

Is anything apart from these three varieties so out of the ordinary that the audiences wouldn't be able to cope?
Has there been a poll suggesting that this is the most liked cuddling position for heterosexual couples and the audience would not be able to deal with anything else (unless it's the funny-sidekick-couple and not the main characters)?
Maybe I should just I step away from the gender classes.

Current Location: Hannover, Oststadt
Current Music: John Dowland - What if I never speed

Yesterday was pretty much the perfect day. Perfect. I had asked Crocky whether she'd like to see What the Butler Saw with me, and so she came along and spent the day with me in Hamburg, which is always a good foundation of a perfect day.

At first, I went to see one of my examiners, the didactics one, who is just generally wonderful and awesome and who chatted to me about my final paper and was very interested in my topic. I love her. Then, I picked up two Scheine, which I was very pleased with, as well.

Since by then it was only around 3pm, there was a lot of time to kill until 7.30pm. Thus, we went to see Hancock, which I had unwisely not read any reviews of and which I was exited about because it features a Will Smith as a superhero.

Why I Did Not Like Hancock In Spite of Will

After three quarters of an hour, feeling vaguely self-conscious and nerdy for doing so, I leant across to Crocky and told her I was wondering whether this movie is actually worse from a gender perspective or a race perspective only to find out that she'd been trying to make up her mind about that, too.

Of course now some people will roll their eyes and marvel how she and I can even be bothered to care enough about such things to let them interfere with watching a good movie, and rest assured that I really wouldn't have, had there been a decent enough movie to watch. Now, it's not as bad as The Happening, which had me wondering and thankful for watching it, because it may actually be the absolutely worst movie I have ever had the privilege of seeing, but just generally... sort of... wrong on several levels.

The only good things were probably the special-effects and the mere fact that it has a black superhero! As a main character! As the title role! Which was awesome.

Not so awesome was pretty much everything else.

The blatant, really unnecessary nationalism, which was probably only to be expected of a movie that opened on the fourth of July - and still I think that the film could have afforded to lose a few eagles, especially the random real eagle that made a WTF-inspiring appearance in the closing scenes.

The way the hero had to be told to adjust to the role of the tradintional, white superhero to be accepted by society, guided by a wise, well-adjusted white mentor figure and with the vulnerable white, blonde woman as the ultimate prize at the end. How- in spite of her freaking super powers- said white, blond woman's purpose was to be saved by the male hero, for heaven's sake. How this is also a movie about a poverty-stricken, aggressive alcoholic being polished up for society by the nice upper-class, white family.
How the backstory stayed lame and vague and was only introduced in the last part of the film, making a rushed appearance.

How, in spite of Hancock, there was just one other black character, who was of course a male news presenter, and a few criminals without lines, and no black women at all. This especially made Hancock not only "the only of his kind" as a superhero, but also the only of his kind as a black character, which is sad, as the film was promising.

So, I did not really like it. I still love watching Will Smith, but the first black superhero could really have deserved a different context in my eyes.

We then went and watched the University Player's performance of Joe Orton's What the Butler Saw, which was very, very enjoyable.
Even though I know that some people had had their doubts about the effectiveness of having the characters played by cross-dressing characters of the opposite sex, that made the play all the more enjoyable to watch for me.
The skill of the actors and the professionalism of the production once again made me marvel at the skill of the people involved.

As always.

Current Mood: tired

The holidays have basically been a paper-writing-and-panicking marathon for me. I did manage to get a lot of the reading done I wanted to do, though. Still, I wish I'd have time for myself again that actually felt good instead of having my brain shut down at the internal list of all the things that need to be done.

( Tetris - The Movie. My brother showed me this, and it is completely awesome. )

Ok. Back to an oral presentation on Georg Forster's Frische teutsche Liedlein.

Current Mood: rushed
Current Location: Uelzen

What has the poor woman done to deserve this?

Not that I even like Jane Austen, but I feel that summing up her life so blandly as a boy meets girl story and a heartbroken romance - which also seems to be the sole inspiration for her novels - is selling her short. She is one of the greatest writers in the English language, and what does this movie do to her? Put her into an inspiring love story à la Shakespeare in Love. Of course there are people who suggest that she harboured deeper feelings for Lefroy, but there is just not enough evidence to prove or disprove what is hard fact and the basis for the story of this movie.

What is a fact is that Jane Austen was not a stomping, lovesick teenager, and nor did she write some of the greatest novels in the English language because she was one. The suggestion that she would not have been able to create the characters she did create without encountering exact real-life models is absolutely insulting. Of course she based some of her characters on people around her, she mentioned this herself, but this direct translation of reality into fiction really annoys me.

The only thing which saves this movie is Maggie Smith.

Current Mood: sleepy

I am torn between "OMG! How awesome" and "OMG! How scary".

If they really do that, I am so going to buy that.

Current Mood: chipper

Of course they made a movie.

If you don't know the books, you definitely ought to check them out, they are awesome. The story is not all that innovative, but the characters are very sweet, and there are a lot of aspects which make this story well worth the read and it's a pity that the books only take twenty minutes to finish. The story is about three children who move from New England to ... er, England, although I don't know where, exactly. They move to the inevitable Victorian mansion they inherited from their old and frail grandmother, with their now-single, recently divorced mother. The mansion is also ridden with fairy tale creatures. The dreamy, creative Jared sees them, but it takes a while to make his twin, the animal-obsessed, tidy Simon and his sister, fencing, angry Mallory, believe that the person responsible for all the broken things and all the pranks was not him, trying to annoy his mother for moving to Britain, but a group of fairies and pixies.
Although Jared rocks, of course, the real reason to read this book is Mallory.

She's the coolest character in the entire book.

Current Mood: cheerful

The Seeker - The Dark is Rising.

( Cut for lots of unnecessary inappropriate language )

Right.

I am still going to watch it, but MAN.

I like some of the things they've done, and I think that it will still be fun to watch it, but I fear that it will be nothing special any more, not the way the books were (not even for me, I know that my inner fangirl will never be satisfied, but what made the books special).

We are watching HOGFATHER!!!!11

... I think my frequent "OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1! LOOK!!!!!!!!!!11 There is SUSAAAAAAAAAN!!!!"s are driving Crocky a bit nuts, but my perfect girlfriend is taking it in stride. Her left shoulder might be numb because I keep clawing at her whenever I spot something I like (every other second), but she looks as though she's fine.

Lyk OMG.

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I LOVE youtube.

Current Mood: ecstatic

Today more than ever I regret that I am not in the UK at the moment. Ok, I have to admit, I did not want to look and did not look for fear of being disappointed. But.

This is so thrilling, there are hardly any words for it. It looks soooo much better than I had ever thought it would!
Parts of me even starts daring to hope that they won't mess it up!

Of course, they are going to mess it up, because they always do. Well, considering that today's the 18th already, they probably already have messed it up. I don't dare enter any convos about it for fear of spoilers...
Especially Susan... how could they NOT mess that one up? I guess none of the actors has actually gone so far as to read the books (as always), and hence they will not get that Susan is neither a Goth princess nor frigging Mary Poppins, and it is very likely that they make her switch from one role into the other without putting any thought into it. Poor, poor Susan, I don't think there will be anything left apart from the very stereotypes she is a parody of...

Oooh, they are so going to mess this up.

And yet, and yet, and yet... And yet and yet and yet...

I really don't know what to say, because whenever I try to put my pent-up fannish feelings of bliss into words something as elaborate as OMG LYEK LOLZ TEH SQUEEE TEH HAWT SUUUUSAN!!!!!! ensues.

So I guess I shouldn't even try.

...

OMG NOBBY!!!!!!

Ah, well. Merry Christmas indeed. We'll see (or not, if there's never a DVD) what horrors await us.

... And the voice of Death is a graduate from the College of Dramatic Arts in Glasgow (squee!) AND Michelle Dockery has been on Fingersmith and that's so absolutely awesome. Well, Joss Ackland seriously reminds me of Professor Greiner, but other than that...

Ooooh, please, please, please don't mess this up, this looks to good to be true!

...

Except for Fred. What happened to Fred? IS that Fred?

EDIT: Phew, no, it's Constable Visit. Pheeew.

EDIT 2: OMG, I am so curious about the auditors.

Current Mood: thrilled
Current Location: My Room
Current Music: My tinnitus

What is better than good ole mise en abyme and Emma Thomson?

Good ol' mise en abyme, Emma Thomson and Maggie Gyllenhaal!

Oh, and some guy, the main character or something. And Dustin Hoffman! As a literary professor, no less. Goodness.

Usually I don't like it when they muck about with diegesis and hypodiegesis, especially not when both writer's block AND hints at romantic involvement between writers and their characters are involved, but anything's fine as long as Emma's in it.
I am valiantly going to stand all the mucking about for her sake, the woman is a goddess.

Apart from that - I hate the middle of the week.
As always, today has been a typical not Orange, but Sleep Deprivation Wednesday, a mix of "I-want-to-leave-this-vale-of-tears"- crappiness mixed with all the small, good stuff like unexpected meetings, muffins, warm cups of tea, friendly professors and easier-than-imagined assignments, taking out books from the library, nice weather, and all that.

Oooh, especially bus rides with teenagers.

Girl 1: "... and then I met her. It's really a shame that she's not in touch with anyone, and it's really getting on my tits."
Girl 2. "Yeah. Talked to her lately? I had the same conversation with (Girl 4) a few weeks ago, you know."
Girl 1: "Seriously?"
Girl 2: "Yeah. Oh, did Girl 3 also tell you about all the problems she had and how her family was going to go back to her country? And Girl 4 has seen her last week. I really don't get that woman. She's off to live under a bridge, doesn't even let us know which one..."

Apparently it's not as serious as I thought it was going to be. I hate to be impolite, but that last line nearly cracked me up, the way she said it.

I'm still living from day to day, and from weekend to weekend, though... I wonder if that's ever going to change in the near future and with a usual lack of self-preservation part of me hopes it does not, because part of me likes being miserable and mopy, hoping that Crocky might call, thinking about her every other minute. Paaathetic.
I also wish they had invented little mini-cams that could project a video image of whatever your loved one is doing straight into your glasses if you want to, with a small mic in the frame so that we could talk to each other and see each other wherever we are.

Hm, no. Sounds as though it would be very straining for the eye-sight, so how about a little monitor set into the back of your hand that can also be used as your mobile phone, your ID, your student ID, your bus ticket and your library card? Could be your ipod and your credit card as well, and various other membership thingies. It would have to be fixed permanently on the skin (and waterproof). Oh, and it'd have to run on solar energy, although there definitely ought to be an "off" or "invisible" option for those who do not want to be visible to the entire population all the time.
Freedom? Pshaw. Inhabitants of the vale of tears do not want freedom. They only want to feel free.

Current Mood: strange
Current Location: My Room
Current Music: I think it's "Have A Little Faith In Me" by Joe Cocker

I ALWAYS loved Star Trek. When I was six, I first watched the series, TNG and TOS, and I have loved it ever since, have seen nearly every series, and every episode of every series apart from that terrible new one at least three times. Star Trek was what first made me love astrophysics. Star Trek was among the reasons why I befriended one of my oldest friends - we used to watch it secretly when my Mum wasn't home.

But somehow... Some of these are too silly to bear.

Meet: the True Q.

Do you remember her? Short overview of the plot: the Enterprise has to put up with an intern from Starfleet Academy, Amanda Rogers. She starts to display amazing powers, for example she manages to counteract the an accidental meltdown of the warpcore. Also, Q appears and tells the crew that Amanda is a Q. Shock, horror, sensation. They also find out that the storm who has killed Amanda's parents (Tragic Past Alert) was probably caused by Qs. This is really lame, isn't it? And... just look at her:

That terrible pink garment. Those horrible doe-eyes. That "Oh my god, I just want to be like everyone else!!! My soopa powaz^TM will probably keep my from enrolling in the Academy!! Oh, what to do!" - attitude. And the name! Amanda! What a dead give-away. And she has BLONDE hair, even though her parents had brown and black eyes. Terrible. And she's been studying what, bio-regeneration? And then tries to join up? Why?? And why on earth does she want to get rid of her supa powaz^TM? There just does not seem any reason at all. Onmipoetent and Omniscient and all that. And pink. Must be so terrible.
And there are all the catch phrases that are the markings a really, really lame plot:

"I just want to be like everyone else."
"Ooooh, it must be so terrible to be able to do everything I want. Oh, noes!"
"I am not ready!"
"With great powers comes great responsibility."

Seriously, next time someone says that in any context in any series, I am going to shoot them. The worst thing is that she has a heartfelt talk with Beverly Crusher. I guess even she has not deserved such a fate.

Luckily, Q is a Sue spotter. He just realises that she is too much of a Sue in a human environment to bear, so he wants to remove her and take her far, far away, to the land of the rarely used plot devices. so she can become a true Sue.

The horror.

Uhm, yeah. Just avoiding having to clean the kitchen. Once again. I've tidied it this morning, but in the meantime, my grandma has done some cooking, and thus it needs cleaning again. Went in with white socks, came out with black socks. Ungood. My brother has wiped the cloor yesterday evening. I don't know what they DO in that kitchen. But it's hard for my grandma, because she can't really see well, so she does not realise if something spills. Sigh.

Current Mood: content
Current Location: The Basement

Monday again already? Wow...

Went to see Dead Man's Chest on Friday and although I loved it to bits, I felt a bit guilty for doing so because of all the poor characters who die in the movie.
And I am not talking about potentially tragic main characters dying here, but about the underappreciated millions, all those characters who are just there to die to make things seem more dangerous to the uncaring audience. I know that I used to hate all those Westerns my granddad was watching when I was little because of all the shooting and all the fights, because it was so dangerous and hitting people, shooting and dying are somehow just. not. funny. It is scary to see how little I mind, even though I feel I should. We had a very good time, especially walking back along the deserted banks of the Clyde once more in the dark, and discovering the snails in the dark.

I can't wait to see Superman. I made a list of all his speshul powerz for Crocky, who does not know the movies, and it's unbelievable just how many there are. Ok. Superman. He:

can fly
can see through things
is indestructible
can shoot laser beams from his eyes
is super strong
is allergic to Cryptonite.

Did I forget anything?

On Saturday, we watched Beloved and I needed most of the rest of Saturday to recover from it. It is a lead weight for sinking moods, but a very, very vivid and enchanting movie, I can't wait to read the book.

Yesterday, I finally fulfilled a promise I had made to myself and baked a cake!
I daresay that the only person who knows what kind of disasterous side-effects that can have is angie_21_237, who has been my partner in crime the day we baked the infamous Cherry Cake which left no cutlery unused and took around five hours in total, excluding baking time. The result of my latest exploit is a lot sweeter than I had anticipated, which could be due to the fact that we do not have any scales so I had to measure everything using cups. Not the best method, unless you like your shortbread really, really sweet.

I have also fixed the date when our boxes are being picked up by the awesomeness which is the DPD - this Friday and the 24th of July, four days before we leave the country for good. Boy, that is so... soon. And this was it, was a year? Years used to be longer when I was young.

Next to me, Crocky is busy planning the trip we embark on at the end of the week; it seems that there is still nothing new on the western front - all hostels in Skye remain very secretive about whether or not there are beds available, neither reacting to e-mails nor to texts. One of them has a particularly endearing name, it's called Skyewalker. I feel useless; Crocky has been planning the whole trip so far. She has had a busy week organising it, and all I have done is organise... the return of our boxes home. Hm. Not as impressive as a seven-day-Highland-tour.

I have started to dream about moving back to Germany, and all of those dreams were very unpleasant.
Yesterday night, I had just finished counting our boxes and told my father there would be eight, when I went into the living room, only to find out it had turned into my bedroom at home - in which only the odd square centimeter of wallpaper is visible behind all the shelves, which are full of books. Feverishly, I started tearing the huge tomes out of their shelves and heaving them into boxes. In the end, there were hundreds of boxes, and me ambling along between them with a small set of scales, no longer in our cosy flat or my childhood home, but in a huge mansion with a long corridor. The boxes were piled in huge stacks all along it's walls, and then it was suddenly time for the boxes to be collected and I had not weighed more than two of them and then - ... well, then I woke up.
This night it was returning to the absolute chaos I left behind before I left because suddenly, there was no time to tidy up my room. It was terrible. I wonder what it's going to be this night. They are not nightmares, but they make me feel gloomy all morning, a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. Bwah.

Off now. Hugs to all!

Current Mood: blank
Current Location: Glasgow University Library
Current Music: a door creaking. For the 30th time.

I love our Blockbuster movie rental thing. Nothing is better than finding three DVDs in your post! So many nice movies!
To make good use of the nice weather outside, Crocky and I went to the movies yesterday. It's really a shame, Crocky's hayfever is acting up again and since there is grass everywhere, it's an ordeal for her to spend time outside. I wish the hayfever relief tablets would do their job properly so we could go hiking!
Sunshine makes it worse, so it our picnic in the Kelvingrove Park had to be rather short. To do something with the day, we walked down to the lovely cinema on the other side of the Clyde and watched Hard Candy. Woooooow. What a movie.

We had a lovely walk home through dark Glasgow. And Julez is right, it is scary out there. We had to cross a large, empty parking lot where a gang of drunken youths were hanging around. They were acting strange, obviously drunk and closer to us than I would have liked. I was a bit scared of them, up until the point when one of them broke down with loud, chest racking sobs and the others had to comfort him. Phew, safe.

There were a lot of strange folk around today, though, starting with a man who came up to us in the park and asked if we could give him a packet of hankies because a group of youngsters had just smacked him and given him a nosebleed. Ok, Kelvingrove Park is not as nice as I always thought. Well - nor is the inner city, there were more ladies of negotiable affection around than I have seen during the whole year here, and even the odd couple shagging away in a doorway.
What is summer doing to this city?

( Hard Candy )

( Lilies )

( Sky Blue )

The Exhibition Centre around midnight...

( Glasgow at night - 5 more )

Current Mood: hungry
Current Location: Glasgow University Library
Current Music: Crocky sneezing

Thank you so much for the various birthday greetings!

GOSH, am I old! Twenty-three! The ever-so-lovely Crocky surprised my with a birthday table yesterday, complete with birthday cake and candles! She is so lovely, and everyday with her is, so yesterday was as perfect as I had anticipated in spite of being quite lazy. After that weekend I really, really did not have the least desire to go out, and so we stayed home befitting a lady as old as I am.

Also, we did not go to Carmen as planned as it was an info event rather than the opera by the look of it, so now we have to hurry and go before the move on to Edinburgh. Maybe it would have been worth the while to go yesterday to goggle at the choirmaster, who is none but the Chapel Choir's choirmaster James. Maybe he would have been better groomed than he was at the concert on Sunday, in his proper conductor's attire for a change and without glasses.

The weekend was fun and but all the farewells were sad. There are so many people I will never see again and who I don't really know well enough to stay in touch with, and every time I have to wish someone a good life it gives me a little stab in the chest. Seeing Julez go was one such moment. Julez the Mighty, who always We will see her again when we are back in summer, but still... it felt terrible to say goodbye. The other guys from the various courses have already gone home over the summer. Sigh.

Hearing the concert on Sunday made me feel all emotional and nostalgic, too, but I guess that was mostly due to the superb music. It is the last time I am going to be in that church, probably. It is certainly the last time I heard the Chapel Choir sing - and they were so absolutely fantastic! It was (yet another...) concert designed to show off the new organ - although strangely, what bothered me about the concert were the organ-only pieces. One I thought was somehow... very... jazzy, and it flattered my non-existent knowledge no ends to find out that Gemma, a big, evil and knowledgeable music post-grad thought the same, the others were just... I don't know. I feel I don't have the background knowledge to get them and they are too loud and booming for me to like them. With the exception of a Bach piece, it was modern music only. Usually, I avoid modern music after having discovered Nono and Schoenberg, but the pieces the choir performed were all absolutely, heart-wrenchingly beautiful.
One piece was even commissioned by the University for the organ especially and the composer was there! It was strange to think that the small man sitting in the second row should have been able to come up with that piece.
Two of the pieces always make me feel all choked and teary and emotional and make me wish I was able to sing a lot better to be able to sing with them. Oh, I found a sample, they are very short. The first one is "Lullaby for Lucy" by Peter Maxwell Davies, the other is "A Child's Prayer" by James McMillan. Sigh. That one always makes me cry. Oooh, and Swayne's "Beatus Vir". Beautiful.

Today, I was half-heartedly planning to go to the movies, but somehow, there just isn't anything which sounds interesting - with the possible exception of Wah-Wah and United 93 - both films I'd much rather see at home than in the cinema. But the rest...?
Why exactly does anyone want us to go and watch Poseidon? Why should anyone see a movie without a plot or characters? Well, for the floating corpses and the shipwreck. Are we interested in shipwrecks? I don't think so. It's rated 12A, too - which means there'll probably be to much carnage for me, anyway.
Then - The Omen 666... not that I didn't like the original version, but... Nah. Brooding kids and blue filters are not scary.
Oh, yeah, The Wild. I wanted to go and see a horror movie, but there is no way I am going to endure that.

So - we'll see. I guess staying home and watching The Memoirs of a Geisha which I didn't see when it was in the cinemas will be it. I wish I had read the book, but I guess if I had, it would make me wish I hadn't seen the film.
Oh, which also means more time spent with my book (The Unbearable Lightness Of Being - which has been on my reading list for sooo long now. Since I first heard of the author back in - what was it, '97? -anyway, nearly ten years ago, I wanted to read that book and somehow never got round to doing it, but I saw it in the library yesterday and just had to take it out. Strangely, to read on the receipt that I have to hand it in "by no later than 27-09-06" made me feel all teary-eyed again. I won't even be here then, I won't even have my library card... Ah, well.

Hugs to all.

Current Mood: happy
Current Location: Glasgow University - Reading Room
Current Music: Crocky typing

*snortles* It was sooo much fun to watch this movie with Crocky and Julez, it nearly did noy matter at all how horrendous the movie was.

And it began promisingly enough, with us missing the bus, being late, that Card-Collection thingy not taking our Switch card, me walking into the glass wall of a revolving door at full steam... *cringes* Thankfully, Julez pretended not to have seen it and nobody laughed, so possibly really nobody saw it at all, us being nearly late for the beginning of the movie... Yeah.

( Wolverine against a massive Sue )

So, it was a completely fun experience, watching the movie, although the actual getting to the cinema and into the seats was already a lot more exiting than the actual film.

What bugged me about both this film and The Da Vinci Code, which is also featuring one of the most predictable stories I have ever seen, was the rating.

12A??? Excuse me??

"Well now, children. You are twelve, so today, Mum and Dad are going to take you to watch a nice film.
Oh, that guy? Yeah, he is chastising himself. You know, the whip which you can see there, in all it's closed-up glory, is a cat o' nine tails. Yup, there's something at the end of each individual whip which makes it more painful. As you can see there. Yup, his back's bleeding now. But don't worry, he is only the bad guy.
Oh, that on his leg? Yes, that is also painful. Note how the blood starts to drip down as he fastens it around it."

And x-men?

"Oh, she? Well, you know how a microwave works? She just pulled his particles apart. No harm done. It does not hurt like it did Wolverine when those strange things the punk thug shot at him were sticking in his stomach. But he's fine now, see? The professor has just been blasted apart, sorry."

And movies like Closer?
Nooooo. Can't have children watch that, sorry. Not until they're 18. They cannot be confronted with bad language and OMG!! sex before they are at least 15. They do say the "f-word" a lot. And that one guy says the c-word for female thingies. Tut, tut.
Homicide and ritual self-mutilation are much nicer and child-safe.

I mean, I know the ratings are crappy, but it is becoming completely ridiculous, especially US American and Irish ratings. I know that there is a trend which condones violence in TV and forbids sexuality, but why does this have to go further and further? It has become so absolutely ridiculous.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Glasgow University, Student Information Desk
Current Music: Someone having crisps

Am watching Van Helsing at the moment and... Gosh, what a bad movie.

Parody?

Please tell me it is one. Everyone talked about it as though it was not. And... Goodness. Reminds me of Vidocq. Which was bad. Stunningly bad. And what's with symbols from the freemasonry context? I thought they were the baddies? Everyone who watched "From Hell" knows that, after all.

Wasn't... Van Helsing... Old? And... why every monster? All gothic novels people still care about in a nutshell? And... is he working together with... Ewoks??? Or... very small Tusken Raiders? And... he is related to... flying gremlins?

Gosh. I cannot get over this. This.... hurts. Am I the only one who hoped that Mr. Hyde would kill him?

I sooo hope that evadne_noel writes a parody about this one to take revenge. YES!! She did. Here.

Dear me, a werwolf that looks like a very intimate encounter of a doberman and a human and a count Dracula who is Otto Chriek trying hard. Who makes this stuff up?

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Bad, bad film score of a bad, bad movie.

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