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[Jul. 16th, 2005|05:24 pm] |
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“I’m back! I’M BACK!!! My back! URGH! My back!” ~Peter Parker: Spider Man 2
GAGH! My poor journal, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you! I don’t really have much of an excuse, we got another high internet bill, which turned out to be the left over expenses from the month before we changed the internet plan, but one bill too many gave me a sort of phobia of the internet and I was afraid to go near it for a while. By the time I realized I didn’t need to worry about racking up another frighteningly high bill I had regressed into my previous extremely expensive escapist addiction, I was totally high on DVD bliss.
It started rather innocently, we have a copy on Spider Man on video, and since I had nothing to do I decided to watch it, the first time I saw it I thought it was rather corny, but after spending a year in English learning to see symbolism and juxtapositioning I realized it actually had some rather cool subtext, not that I can remember any of it now. So I decided it was time to watch Spider Man 2, we made a trip to the video store and I rented it out, then I spotted a video called Tank Girl, which keep on giving me the mental image of a bald female comic book character with a band aid on her forehead. I realized it was a movie my sisters had watched with me when I five, so I got that one out as well.
Spider Man 2 was excellent, funny and oh so very angsty, although I don’t think there was very much focus on Doc Oct; it made more room for Peter’s character development, which is fun. The important thing is it was better than the first one. My favorite part was when Peter complains his costume’s tight around the crouch to the guy in the elevator :D.
I can’t believe Tank Girl was so unpopular with critics! I can understand why it might be unpopular with fans because they had the comic to compare it to, but I’ve never read the comic before and I loved the movie! It was just plain fun! I loved the colorful costumes, characters, sets and dialogue, and the cartoon sequences were like Beetles style acid trips! Plus it had a female heroine who isn’t a wet blanket or the bossy voice of common sense like they tend to be portrayed in other movies and TV shows. There was even a femeslashy scene between Jet Girl and Tank Girl ^_^
So it began, my speedy decent into the lethargic, slovenly world of Saturday afternoons in front of the booze box, eating entire blocks of Nestles Double Blend Chocolate everyday (and I’m honestly not joking) and shifting from my comfortable little niche on the couch only to change disks (I’m sure glad I just noticed the spelling mistake I had in the word “disks”).
As soon as those DVDs had to be taken back my glowing admiration and borderline obsession I had of Red Dwarf finally got the chance to bloom into the full blown fandom fanaticism I have now when I realized I could rent the series from the video store in nifty little DVDs that came with cast commentary, documentaries, deleted scenes and lots shiny bonus material. My affection towards the character Rimmer I gained when I read the Red Dwarf novel “Backwards” (that’s the name of the novel, I have not yet attempted reading any book backwards) was solidified when I watched season 5 for the first time. From that DVD I got to see Rimmer fall in love, Rimmer as a super intelligent geek, Rimmer go hologram crazy and wear a dress, Rimmer with frizzy hair, Rimmer get tied up and tortured by his own self loathing and my personal favorite, Rimmer wearing fishnet stockings, telling Lister he’s going to “have” him once his finished whipping him (nudge nudge wink wink chortle chortle cough cough). From that moment on I was a Red Dwarf Rimmer/Lister shipper. That show is just crawling with slashy subtext, which isn’t even “sub” at times. Just watch “Blue” and you’ll know what I mean XD.
After seeing that episode I decided to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Time Warp is so darn catchy! I’ve been singing it to myself for weeks! If you are yet to witness the wonders of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, do so quickly. I’ve watched it six times already.
It’s been cold here, quite cold indeed, so cold that the weather itself tends to catch on to people, giving them a nice little excuse to stay home for the day, or in my case, the week, drinking gross cherry cough medicine and doing absolutely nothing that requires any physical or mental strength or stamina. I’m over the flu now, but it managed to keep me home for half of the school holidays, which isn’t entirely bad, because I’d discovered yet another fandom to provide a blissful escape from the, in most respects, grey reality some of us live in. It’s called, Farscape, and it makes me proud to be an Australian, and gives me a strange urge to start watching Sesame Street again…
It’s an Australian sci-fi show made with the Jim Henson Company about an American astronaut named John that gets hurdled through a wormhole, and finds himself in a part of the universe populated by psychotic Muppets and aliens with Australian ascents. The bad guy wears a BDSM leather body suit and a clone of his personality lives in John’s head, who he nicknamed Harvey, and throws in a metaphorical dumpster or turns him into a Loony Tune when he gets annoying.
The show, though most of the time keeping a precarious balance on what passes for sanity in the world of sci-fi, just slips into complete and utter madness at times. Most of the aforementioned madness taking place inside John’s head, who is slowly slipping into insanity through the course of the series. My favorite character is Pilot, the giant Muppet who is symbiotically joined to the living spaceship Moya. The funny thing about Farscape is that everyone has serious mental and emotional problems, and the spaceships are by far no exception, half the time Moya is stressing over her son…who’s a warship o_O. I would say more about the other characters, but I don’t know how to spell their names.
We went down to Bunbury for the last week of the holidays, *sigh* again. I feel too guilty complaining verbally about it so I do as much non-verbal complaining as I can do instead, and I get a lot of non-verbal scolding in return, so I guess it all equals out. There was an upside, hey Sarah, I’ve started reading Discworld. I was allowed to buy a book to pass the time and I thought it was a good a time as any to start reading the series, so I bought “The Color of Magic,” and “The Light Fantastic.” It is everything that I feel Harry Potter (I got the 6th book this morning, Tony Blair was in it! :P), no in fact, EVERY fantasy series is lacking. Let’s start with Rincewind, wow, he is everything I’ve always wanted in a hero, not incredibly smart, not incredibly strong, the very opposite of incredibly brave, the kind of hero that doesn't make you whimper with inadequacy, and hilariously funny. I love everything about Rincewind; I don’t know how to put it any other way. Plus his reaction to his first ever spell was dead funny.
Now Twoflower, grin, grin, grinity, grin. They say that disliking Twoflower is like kicking a puppy, and…that may not be the best metaphor in my case >_>. Anyway, I can’t think of any other word to describe Twoflower but lovable, call me soppy if you want, but I think his outlook on life is the way to go. I would say more, but I may harm diabetics, so best to leave it. Let’s just say I was more than a tad bit grumpy to see him depart at the end of TLF.
And, who could forget that little box of horrors, the Luggage. The Luggage doesn’t have any dialogue in the story, nor does it have an actual face to express itself with, but the way the author (who I’ve tried not to mention up to this point because I can’t spell his surname) writes in such a quirky way that whenever the words “The Luggage” are mentioned in the story I burst out laughing. It reminds me strangely of a cross between a dog and a clam…
Who could have thought that character death could be such a happy part of a story, since it often heralds the arrival of the character, Death, pun intended >_>. Who would have thought that the Grim Reaper could actually be such an agreeable guy? o_O
Anyway, besides me reading Discworld and sulking, not much else happened in Bunbury, we stayed at a different hotel with smaller rooms but nicer showers, and we went and saw some movies. Bewitched was weird, I felt it was a comedy centered around acting rather than around witchcraft, but perhaps that was part of the joke that the guy’s profession was trying to outshine the girl, or something. We saw Madagascar, and like basically all of the 3D animated movies that have been coming out lately it was very entertaining, and with a little Jekyll and Hyde subtext which a have a sort of affinity for. We went to see War of the Worlds twice, it was nothing like the book, and I felt it sort of missed the point, but the tripods looked beautiful and the excellent directing did wonders of enhancing the tension and horror in scenes. The ending was a bit of an anticlimax however, it did end the same way as the book, but it didn’t capture the emotions of loneliness, despair and astonishment in the same way. Well actually I don’t remember the book all that well, but I do own the musical, which stays vaguely true to the original. If you haven’t gone to see it, I recommend seeing it while it’s still in the cinemas since it looks best on a big screen. Anyway, I still think the musical is War of the Worlds best incarnation, so blah.
If you’ve bothered to read this far through my driveling, I guess I might as well tell you that the sky is currently a dull blue with gold-ish clouds in it. Still reading? Wow, you really are bored…or really nosey…who are you reading my journal anyway? Go away! Go on! Shoo! |
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