Princess Scrunchie
Mar. 12th, 2008 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonelybritIs it me or does it feel like Something Borrowed aired about three years ago? It's been a lively week in the TW fandom one way or another hasn't it? I could feel the waves from storms raging in various communities/boards even from my safe haven here in the bubble of love. I'm a little apprehensive that this week's ep will almost seem anticlimactic now various camps are poised to try and find the last nugget of canon proof that their POV is The Right One. And given TW's tendency to laugh at continuity, I rather suspect that the whole thing will actually get no reference whatsoever. I don't know what I'm looking forward to more: a new ep of TW, or another week of watching fandom explode as the poodles eat themselves.
Actually no, scratch that. The trailer showed me Ianto in a red shirt. I'm sold.
Anyway, back to TV watched these past few days.
Hotel Babylon - So we finally got a chance to meet Lee Williams, who in the long run is set to take over as lead when Max Beesley leaves. I'm happy to see where he takes it. He's got a pretty, funny and mobile face that I can imagine pulling off the quirky sense of humour and matching expressions well. Assuming the writers figure out just what his sense of humour is. So far he's just another new pretty face, but we'll see how he copes.
Ray Coulthard was actually one of my first TV crushes when I was but a wee LB, so naturally I've a soft spot for his character, and I am getting increasingly fond of him as he ponces around with his wine, despairing of the culinary ignorance of his colleagues.
Oh, and the receptionist's joyful squee when Ethan did call him back was adorable. And I also might have swallowed my tongue when that lady emerged in the red dress and heels to 'distract' the younger brother. Dude.
Whilst it is fun to see guest stars coming on and playing shamelessly arse-y, unsympathetic, overly highly-strung characters, it does get a bit same-y. Still, you can tell they are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Bonnie Langford shagging the play director with no restraint and John Culshaw playing the stereotypical American guest from hell. Two more weeks until Barrowman sweeps through those doors, can't wait and you just know he'll be having an absolute ball playing (one assumes) a completely arrogant, over the top, condescending prick of a director :)
Lark Rise to Candleford - the problem is, that once you do turn the slash vision onto a show, it is impossible to turn it off. And after the LRTC marathon with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aysheh, I was all primed on the tension between Phillip and Alf. I'm sorry, I can't help it. They seethe with resentment every time the other is mentioned, they shoot each other daggered glares, they attempt to outwit one another and generally fluff themselves up when in the other's prescence to try and look more manly. They clearly just need to have it out somewhere and let the tension go.
So when Phillip storms into the pub and there is general shouting and pushing and chests heaving, culminating in Alf ripping his shirt off before sarcastically asking if Phillip wants him to remove his trousers next- Well. My brain didn't really get back on track after that.
Shallowness aside, I'm a sucker for father-son angst, so of course the story of the dad attempting to do right by his boy kept me happy. Though the more regular tale of UST between the postoffice and the estate had me rolling my eyes. I keep on hoping that Dorcus will do something to cut the links with Sir Timothy. She's going to waste her whole life pining. As Martha explained to the Doctor, it's a case of needing to 'get out'.
Actually no, scratch that. The trailer showed me Ianto in a red shirt. I'm sold.
Anyway, back to TV watched these past few days.
Hotel Babylon - So we finally got a chance to meet Lee Williams, who in the long run is set to take over as lead when Max Beesley leaves. I'm happy to see where he takes it. He's got a pretty, funny and mobile face that I can imagine pulling off the quirky sense of humour and matching expressions well. Assuming the writers figure out just what his sense of humour is. So far he's just another new pretty face, but we'll see how he copes.
Ray Coulthard was actually one of my first TV crushes when I was but a wee LB, so naturally I've a soft spot for his character, and I am getting increasingly fond of him as he ponces around with his wine, despairing of the culinary ignorance of his colleagues.
Oh, and the receptionist's joyful squee when Ethan did call him back was adorable. And I also might have swallowed my tongue when that lady emerged in the red dress and heels to 'distract' the younger brother. Dude.
Whilst it is fun to see guest stars coming on and playing shamelessly arse-y, unsympathetic, overly highly-strung characters, it does get a bit same-y. Still, you can tell they are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Bonnie Langford shagging the play director with no restraint and John Culshaw playing the stereotypical American guest from hell. Two more weeks until Barrowman sweeps through those doors, can't wait and you just know he'll be having an absolute ball playing (one assumes) a completely arrogant, over the top, condescending prick of a director :)
Lark Rise to Candleford - the problem is, that once you do turn the slash vision onto a show, it is impossible to turn it off. And after the LRTC marathon with
aysheh, I was all primed on the tension between Phillip and Alf. I'm sorry, I can't help it. They seethe with resentment every time the other is mentioned, they shoot each other daggered glares, they attempt to outwit one another and generally fluff themselves up when in the other's prescence to try and look more manly. They clearly just need to have it out somewhere and let the tension go.So when Phillip storms into the pub and there is general shouting and pushing and chests heaving, culminating in Alf ripping his shirt off before sarcastically asking if Phillip wants him to remove his trousers next- Well. My brain didn't really get back on track after that.
Shallowness aside, I'm a sucker for father-son angst, so of course the story of the dad attempting to do right by his boy kept me happy. Though the more regular tale of UST between the postoffice and the estate had me rolling my eyes. I keep on hoping that Dorcus will do something to cut the links with Sir Timothy. She's going to waste her whole life pining. As Martha explained to the Doctor, it's a case of needing to 'get out'.
