tempestsarekind: (geoffrey (not) at work)
"We also learn that Will’s father was gruesomely disemboweled for refusing to renounce his Catholic faith and embrace Protestantism. He periodically appears to Will à la Hamlet’s father’s ghost, one of many references to the Bard’s work that have an Easter egg-y, Shakespeare in Love aspect.


from this review of the TNT show Will:
http://www.vulture.com/2017/07/will-tnt-review.html

I…
I just…

I mean, look. I watched Due South and Slings and Arrows (to say nothing of, y'know, Hamlet), so like, in theory, I really love it when characters talk to the ghosts of their fathers, or others that they care for deeply. I just…don't trust this show to do a decent job of it? There's already so much nonsense piled up in the trailers I've seen; where would they even find the space for an actually illuminating heart-to-heart between Will and his unexpectedly deceased dear old dad?

o_0

May. 9th, 2010 05:32 pm
tempestsarekind: (due south)
Thought that just crystallized, even though I think I had the inchoate form of it before:

O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life's as cheap as beast's...
(King Lear)

That is totally Fraser's hat, in "Hawk and a Handsaw." And that's why they can threaten him with taking it away: it's the one thing more than need that he has, the one thing that allows him selfhood and dignity. (Or at least it would be, if he were really a patient, rather than playing along.)

o_0

May. 9th, 2010 05:32 pm
tempestsarekind: (due south)
Thought that just crystallized, even though I think I had the inchoate form of it before:

O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life's as cheap as beast's...
(King Lear)

That is totally Fraser's hat, in "Hawk and a Handsaw." And that's why they can threaten him with taking it away: it's the one thing more than need that he has, the one thing that allows him selfhood and dignity. (Or at least it would be, if he were really a patient, rather than playing along.)
tempestsarekind: (amelia pond (ready for adventure))
Right. Now that I'm not fangirling the costuming in the trailer for next week, let's talk about the episode itself. Bullet points, because my brain is all over the place right now:

some stuff on Flesh and Stone )

and some stuff on consent issues )
tempestsarekind: (amelia pond (ready for adventure))
Right. Now that I'm not fangirling the costuming in the trailer for next week, let's talk about the episode itself. Bullet points, because my brain is all over the place right now:

some stuff on Flesh and Stone )

and some stuff on consent issues )
tempestsarekind: (fraser: oh dear)
So far I've seen eps 1-4, and for some reason I'm finding the whole show much harder going than I anticipated. Some notes:

episodes 1 and 2, notes from last week or so )

what would Benton Fraser do? )

-----
episodes 3 and 4, from today )
tempestsarekind: (fraser: oh dear)
So far I've seen eps 1-4, and for some reason I'm finding the whole show much harder going than I anticipated. Some notes:

episodes 1 and 2, notes from last week or so )

what would Benton Fraser do? )

-----
episodes 3 and 4, from today )
tempestsarekind: (geoffrey)
One of the Christmas presents I asked for--since my mother still has me make a list every year--was the complete DVD set of Slings & Arrows. With really no cajoling at all, I got my mother to watch the first season with me (her verdict, delivered to someone else on the phone: "really rather cute"). We had an interesting conversation afterwards, in which I discovered that my mother has apparently been telling me for years that she doesn't understand Shakespeare because she has been defining "understand" as "being able to parse every single word in a diagrammatic way." How did I not know this, before? Still, it is useful information for my continued quest to get my mother to appreciate Shakespeare.

The other pleasant discovery here is that I have spent practically no time at all watching Geoffrey Tennant and thinking of Benton Fraser, which I was worried about. But Geoffrey is just so Geoffrey at all times that there's not much room for anyone else to creep in around the edges.

The unpleasant discovery is the same one that happens every time I've watched S&A so far: that I need things outside of grad school to remind me that I actually love Shakespeare. This continues to seem wrong. Not that grad school should be a pleasure cruise, but the fact that I can lose sight, so easily, of the thing that's supposed to be driving me is perhaps more worrisome than any of the other things about grad school that make me worry on a regular basis. Perhaps it's a sign of my unsuitedness to the whole enterprise.
tempestsarekind: (geoffrey)
One of the Christmas presents I asked for--since my mother still has me make a list every year--was the complete DVD set of Slings & Arrows. With really no cajoling at all, I got my mother to watch the first season with me (her verdict, delivered to someone else on the phone: "really rather cute"). We had an interesting conversation afterwards, in which I discovered that my mother has apparently been telling me for years that she doesn't understand Shakespeare because she has been defining "understand" as "being able to parse every single word in a diagrammatic way." How did I not know this, before? Still, it is useful information for my continued quest to get my mother to appreciate Shakespeare.

The other pleasant discovery here is that I have spent practically no time at all watching Geoffrey Tennant and thinking of Benton Fraser, which I was worried about. But Geoffrey is just so Geoffrey at all times that there's not much room for anyone else to creep in around the edges.

The unpleasant discovery is the same one that happens every time I've watched S&A so far: that I need things outside of grad school to remind me that I actually love Shakespeare. This continues to seem wrong. Not that grad school should be a pleasure cruise, but the fact that I can lose sight, so easily, of the thing that's supposed to be driving me is perhaps more worrisome than any of the other things about grad school that make me worry on a regular basis. Perhaps it's a sign of my unsuitedness to the whole enterprise.
tempestsarekind: (due south)
Well, really, just a random observation or two about Bob Fraser:

spoilers for 'Call of the Wild' )

Some of the other stuff (especially in the second part)? eeeeeeh, what.

Also, dear Benton: you are not allowed to use that vulnerable little boy face anymore, okay? It makes me sadder than sad, and then I have to think about you trying to tell ghost stories to Ray K., and how that makes me want to hug you for days and days.
tempestsarekind: (due south)
Well, really, just a random observation or two about Bob Fraser:

spoilers for 'Call of the Wild' )

Some of the other stuff (especially in the second part)? eeeeeeh, what.

Also, dear Benton: you are not allowed to use that vulnerable little boy face anymore, okay? It makes me sadder than sad, and then I have to think about you trying to tell ghost stories to Ray K., and how that makes me want to hug you for days and days.
tempestsarekind: (fraser: oh dear)
I've complained a lot about how I hate traveling, but I don't think I've ever really mentioned here how much I hate snow. Well, I do. I loathe it. I'm the girl wishing as hard as I can that we *don't* have a white Christmas, because that will probably mean eight inches of snow, which we all then have to trudge about in like idiots to make holiday visits, instead of staying indoors like sensible people. I have been known to cry at the season's first snowfall, because I know it's just the first of too many. Probably I shouldn't be using this icon for this post, because I bet Fraser would just give that big "Call of the Wild" grin and be really happy about how the snow reminded him of home, and then I would feel all guilty for being so surly about it, because he never smiles like that, ever... Right. I'm talking about him like he's real. Moving on.

(As may be apparent, I finished watching due South last night. I'm feeling slightly bereft.)

Anyway, all this means that snow + travel = a very unhappy me. I have a flight leaving tomorrow morning, except, hey, there's this blizzard moving up the whole of the east coast tonight and tomorrow? It's apparently an "historic snow event"? Yay, all the things I hate about travel, plus a big scoop of uncertainty about when or even if I'll be able to travel at all! Awesome.

And I'm quite irrationally upset with myself for booking the flight for tomorrow, because if I'd just gone ahead and booked the flight for the actual first day of the school holiday, instead of feeling guilty about not spending as much time with my mother as I possibly could and booking the earlier flight, even though I would have much preferred to have the extra weekend to take care of loose ends, I could have avoided this whole thing entirely.
tempestsarekind: (fraser: oh dear)
I've complained a lot about how I hate traveling, but I don't think I've ever really mentioned here how much I hate snow. Well, I do. I loathe it. I'm the girl wishing as hard as I can that we *don't* have a white Christmas, because that will probably mean eight inches of snow, which we all then have to trudge about in like idiots to make holiday visits, instead of staying indoors like sensible people. I have been known to cry at the season's first snowfall, because I know it's just the first of too many. Probably I shouldn't be using this icon for this post, because I bet Fraser would just give that big "Call of the Wild" grin and be really happy about how the snow reminded him of home, and then I would feel all guilty for being so surly about it, because he never smiles like that, ever... Right. I'm talking about him like he's real. Moving on.

(As may be apparent, I finished watching due South last night. I'm feeling slightly bereft.)

Anyway, all this means that snow + travel = a very unhappy me. I have a flight leaving tomorrow morning, except, hey, there's this blizzard moving up the whole of the east coast tonight and tomorrow? It's apparently an "historic snow event"? Yay, all the things I hate about travel, plus a big scoop of uncertainty about when or even if I'll be able to travel at all! Awesome.

And I'm quite irrationally upset with myself for booking the flight for tomorrow, because if I'd just gone ahead and booked the flight for the actual first day of the school holiday, instead of feeling guilty about not spending as much time with my mother as I possibly could and booking the earlier flight, even though I would have much preferred to have the extra weekend to take care of loose ends, I could have avoided this whole thing entirely.
tempestsarekind: (fraser: oh dear)
Re: "Mountie Sings the Blues": I find it completely adorable that Fraser will apparently sing at the drop of his pressed-brim hat if it's as a distraction, or under orders, or even just as part of that super-polite, mustn't-refuse-anything-to-anyone protective coloration he adopts. But ask him to sing as himself, as Benton Fraser, and he stutters and goes all shy and self-conscious.

Also, the man dances like a metronome. *hearts*

And one of the (many) things that I love about Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, is that he is truly and genuinely good, and that seems so rare as the focus of a show. I'm sorry, I would feel honor-bound )

also: some stuff about resentment, Ray Kowalski, and "Mountie on the Bounty"

There's something I'd like to get off of my chest )
tempestsarekind: (fraser: oh dear)
Re: "Mountie Sings the Blues": I find it completely adorable that Fraser will apparently sing at the drop of his pressed-brim hat if it's as a distraction, or under orders, or even just as part of that super-polite, mustn't-refuse-anything-to-anyone protective coloration he adopts. But ask him to sing as himself, as Benton Fraser, and he stutters and goes all shy and self-conscious.

Also, the man dances like a metronome. *hearts*

And one of the (many) things that I love about Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, is that he is truly and genuinely good, and that seems so rare as the focus of a show. I'm sorry, I would feel honor-bound )

also: some stuff about resentment, Ray Kowalski, and "Mountie on the Bounty"

There's something I'd like to get off of my chest )
tempestsarekind: (due south)
It would be nice if I could redirect my thoughts to things I should be thinking about, but I don't seem to be able to do that. I keep telling myself that this is the weekend in which I am going to write something, but that never seems to happen. I suspect it's all psychological and I have some kind of severe block on attempting to actually write a chapter, but whatever. I don't really care, and I don't really know how to motivate myself without caring about the end product.

Instead I continue to watch due South. (This is more a symptom than a cause.) I think I have finished what should actually be called season 3, even if seasons 3 and 4 are all lumped together on the US DVDs. Things:

--I am actually not sure whether it's character or tone that I continue to balk at slightly.

--But I still love it when Fraser puts up the polite, rule-bound Mountie wall, and then is totally devious behind it, as in "Asylum."

--While it is going to be very, very hard to top my sheer devotion to "Red, White, or Blue," "Mountie on the Bounty" was deeply pleasing in its red-serge silliness.

--I continue to miss the brown uniform. (It did make a brief appearance in one of the episodes--I forget which, now--but it was not enough.)
tempestsarekind: (due south)
It would be nice if I could redirect my thoughts to things I should be thinking about, but I don't seem to be able to do that. I keep telling myself that this is the weekend in which I am going to write something, but that never seems to happen. I suspect it's all psychological and I have some kind of severe block on attempting to actually write a chapter, but whatever. I don't really care, and I don't really know how to motivate myself without caring about the end product.

Instead I continue to watch due South. (This is more a symptom than a cause.) I think I have finished what should actually be called season 3, even if seasons 3 and 4 are all lumped together on the US DVDs. Things:

--I am actually not sure whether it's character or tone that I continue to balk at slightly.

--But I still love it when Fraser puts up the polite, rule-bound Mountie wall, and then is totally devious behind it, as in "Asylum."

--While it is going to be very, very hard to top my sheer devotion to "Red, White, or Blue," "Mountie on the Bounty" was deeply pleasing in its red-serge silliness.

--I continue to miss the brown uniform. (It did make a brief appearance in one of the episodes--I forget which, now--but it was not enough.)

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Dec. 7th, 2009 03:22 pm
tempestsarekind: (due south)
In my life, I generally feel disorganized and distracted and unfocused: like the thoughts I want to be having never arrive, and I'm left with their pallid imitations. So it's always a shock to have a cold, and realize that there is another whole level to this feeling. Aside from the sniffles, I feel more or less okay (and I had oatmeal again this morning, for the first time in a few days--for whatever reason, oatmeal tastes odd to me when I'm sick, but cream of wheat tastes fine), but I still can't seem to concentrate on anything that would require me to respond.

With that in mind, things I'd probably want to write about, regarding due South, but can't pull my thoughts together in order to do so:

not quite meta, although it is Monday )

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