Torched Wood.
Aug. 7th, 2011 08:47 amI have a new avocation, nights and weekends: killing stuff. Specifically, the beginnings of a Sure Wood Forest that's been slowly growing in our back yard over the past decade. Eleanor spray-painted a bunch of candidates for demolition, and I've been gradually getting at them over the past week and kicking them (a) to death and (b) to the curb.
Some are mere saplings, but at least a few so far have been genuine NBA height. It's taken a full regimen of weapons to get the job done: saws, cutters, shovels, trowels, and especially fingernails. Nasty dirty fingernails. But it's coming along.
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After a good bout of that early yesterday, I planted my own sorry butt for a bit and caught up through all but the most recent of the Miracle Day episodes. That, too, is coming along; as promised, most of my early hesitations have been answered, and I think I'm in for the duration.
What-I'm-liking:
- Pretty much everyone, so far. Jack rubs me the wrongest way of everyone, but since the series would be mostly dead without him, I tolerate his quirks. The rest of them have simply grown, and grown on me. The CIA honks from the first episode have become much more mortal even as the world has made them immortal, and the glimpses into their pasts and hidden present families have been revealing.
- Gwen might be the real superhero in this bunch. Not only can she pull off a dead-on American accent when needed, and not only can she clean up real good for a scene where she needs to be distractingly sexy, SHE has the half a brain needed to know that you take the fuck-me heels off when you're running.
- Bill Pullman has made the most unlikable character in the arc at least tolerable. I've always liked him in just about anything (my mother-in-law worked with his mother ages ago, and was even invited to his wedding 20-odd years back).
- Even better, the demise of Oswald's Teabagger-inspired Dead Is Dead spokeswench. If only it were that easy to steal back the narrative from the real Faux News.
What-I'm-not-liking:
- The whole Sekrit Syndicate thing is dragging, and still seems way too X-Filey. We saw this.
- Note to scriptwriters using tricks to overcome biometric security systems: the geniuses who are smart enough to design these things are PROBABLY also smart enough to realize that you're trying to scam them into speaking their names, leaving their palmprints and blinking their retinas. C'mon- Sneakers did this schtick close to 20 years ago. If you want to get their credentials, do it the way the bad guy did in this episode, not by being annoying for five whole minutes of screen time.
- Did anyone explain where these vagabonds-on-the-run, with no access to bank accounts or credit cards, are getting money for their sudden eight changes of clothes, much less state-of-the-art servers and delivery trucks?
Sometime in the next few days, I'll be all caught up to the halfway point. That will end this diversion, more or less, in time for us to all go kill Hitler!
Some are mere saplings, but at least a few so far have been genuine NBA height. It's taken a full regimen of weapons to get the job done: saws, cutters, shovels, trowels, and especially fingernails. Nasty dirty fingernails. But it's coming along.
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After a good bout of that early yesterday, I planted my own sorry butt for a bit and caught up through all but the most recent of the Miracle Day episodes. That, too, is coming along; as promised, most of my early hesitations have been answered, and I think I'm in for the duration.
What-I'm-liking:
- Pretty much everyone, so far. Jack rubs me the wrongest way of everyone, but since the series would be mostly dead without him, I tolerate his quirks. The rest of them have simply grown, and grown on me. The CIA honks from the first episode have become much more mortal even as the world has made them immortal, and the glimpses into their pasts and hidden present families have been revealing.
- Gwen might be the real superhero in this bunch. Not only can she pull off a dead-on American accent when needed, and not only can she clean up real good for a scene where she needs to be distractingly sexy, SHE has the half a brain needed to know that you take the fuck-me heels off when you're running.
- Bill Pullman has made the most unlikable character in the arc at least tolerable. I've always liked him in just about anything (my mother-in-law worked with his mother ages ago, and was even invited to his wedding 20-odd years back).
- Even better, the demise of Oswald's Teabagger-inspired Dead Is Dead spokeswench. If only it were that easy to steal back the narrative from the real Faux News.
What-I'm-not-liking:
- The whole Sekrit Syndicate thing is dragging, and still seems way too X-Filey. We saw this.
- Note to scriptwriters using tricks to overcome biometric security systems: the geniuses who are smart enough to design these things are PROBABLY also smart enough to realize that you're trying to scam them into speaking their names, leaving their palmprints and blinking their retinas. C'mon- Sneakers did this schtick close to 20 years ago. If you want to get their credentials, do it the way the bad guy did in this episode, not by being annoying for five whole minutes of screen time.
- Did anyone explain where these vagabonds-on-the-run, with no access to bank accounts or credit cards, are getting money for their sudden eight changes of clothes, much less state-of-the-art servers and delivery trucks?
Sometime in the next few days, I'll be all caught up to the halfway point. That will end this diversion, more or less, in time for us to all go kill Hitler!
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Date: 2011-08-07 02:36 pm (UTC)But so far, the only bearable thing in Torchwood is Gwen.
And I'm not sure I agree that Oswald is the most unlikeable character. Rex seems to be filling that slot for me.
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Date: 2011-08-07 03:42 pm (UTC)