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binidjI have finally seen (most of) the last two episodes of Torchwood (and 
jfs you are officially a scamp) but I thought I'd cut-tag this as there are mahoosive spoilers below:
Torchwood
Certainly the best of the bunch, I was rather taken with the final two episodes ... though I heartily wish that Jack had gutted the whining Owen at the end instead of hugging him. The penultimate episode was great stuff right up until the "big finish" when Jack and Jack share a "moment" on the dance floor. It's very hard to be moved by something like that whilst simultaneously screaming "no no no, that would never have happened in the 1940s you idiots!" at the telly screen. Clearly Russell T's wish-fulfillment got in the way of his sense of history when scripting that particular scene. Had the two shared a dance in the now-deserted basement, to be interrupted by Toshiko as the Rift opened, then I would have been both convinced and moved. But I'm afraid that no matter how secure (or otherwise) one might have been in one's sexuality, I cannot believe that a gay man in that period would allow himself such a public display of affection as was actually shown.
The final episode, on the other hand, was very entertaining, though I too am forced to wonder if the earth has a core, not of liquid iron but of imprisoned super-entities, aliens, spaceships, stuff and t'ing. The bereavement scene was very well done, and the build up to it was very strong (ye gods but that man has a nice arse!) and the resolution made me a very happy bunny indeed. I don't care if it didn't make sense ... I got to keep my totty in the show and, at the end of the day, that's what's important.
Somewhat annoyingly, a combination of my video clock being one minute fast and the BBC getting progressively poorer at time-keeping meant that I missed the closing credits. I saw as far as hearing a TARDIS, the fluttering of bits of paper and Gwen looking around for Jack ... and then it cut off. So what happened after that? Anything? Help me Lazyweb, you're my only hope.
In other news, I've recently been trying my hand at writing a sonnet and am finding it probably the hardest piece of writing I've ever done. Although by no means a stranger to tight syllable and rhyme schemes, there's something about iambic pentameter that is driving me batsh*t. I had a flash of inspiration at 4am (just when you need it *sigh*) and was up till 5am scribbling away in a notebook. In total, my nocturnal emissions amount to six lines and the final couplet (so eight lines in total) ... only six more to go ... wonder when the muse will strike for them?
jfs you are officially a scamp) but I thought I'd cut-tag this as there are mahoosive spoilers below:Torchwood
Certainly the best of the bunch, I was rather taken with the final two episodes ... though I heartily wish that Jack had gutted the whining Owen at the end instead of hugging him. The penultimate episode was great stuff right up until the "big finish" when Jack and Jack share a "moment" on the dance floor. It's very hard to be moved by something like that whilst simultaneously screaming "no no no, that would never have happened in the 1940s you idiots!" at the telly screen. Clearly Russell T's wish-fulfillment got in the way of his sense of history when scripting that particular scene. Had the two shared a dance in the now-deserted basement, to be interrupted by Toshiko as the Rift opened, then I would have been both convinced and moved. But I'm afraid that no matter how secure (or otherwise) one might have been in one's sexuality, I cannot believe that a gay man in that period would allow himself such a public display of affection as was actually shown.
The final episode, on the other hand, was very entertaining, though I too am forced to wonder if the earth has a core, not of liquid iron but of imprisoned super-entities, aliens, spaceships, stuff and t'ing. The bereavement scene was very well done, and the build up to it was very strong (ye gods but that man has a nice arse!) and the resolution made me a very happy bunny indeed. I don't care if it didn't make sense ... I got to keep my totty in the show and, at the end of the day, that's what's important.
Somewhat annoyingly, a combination of my video clock being one minute fast and the BBC getting progressively poorer at time-keeping meant that I missed the closing credits. I saw as far as hearing a TARDIS, the fluttering of bits of paper and Gwen looking around for Jack ... and then it cut off. So what happened after that? Anything? Help me Lazyweb, you're my only hope.
In other news, I've recently been trying my hand at writing a sonnet and am finding it probably the hardest piece of writing I've ever done. Although by no means a stranger to tight syllable and rhyme schemes, there's something about iambic pentameter that is driving me batsh*t. I had a flash of inspiration at 4am (just when you need it *sigh*) and was up till 5am scribbling away in a notebook. In total, my nocturnal emissions amount to six lines and the final couplet (so eight lines in total) ... only six more to go ... wonder when the muse will strike for them?
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