staying in and going out
Jul. 5th, 2008 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jencatLast night was the most american July 4th I've had since, er, that time I spent it in San Francisco. Although, we were in the British Museum drinking beer and eating hot dogs this time rather than watching fireworks light up the low lying cloud cover.
It was all designed around their American Scene prints exhibition, which I wanted to see for the Hopper prints originally. And, yep, they were fab (Night on the El Train is either cute or creepily distubing, and I'm leaning towards disturbing right now) as usual, but then I found the Martin Lewis drypoints. *sigh* Amazing. Saturday's Children gave me goosebumps.
The place was chocka full of Americans, obviously, and I sat on the steps waiting for someone and had a weird sense of flashback to being a tourist over there. And dear god I'd like to be back there this year. Instead there's a whole Australia thing to not look forward to, come November... gah!
I already watched the House finale this week, and tonight was Dr Who and I'm feeling a little emotionally wrung out now, dammit.
I think that was why Donna and Rose worked, as companions, and Martha never did-- what's the point in going on adventures in time and space if you really don't need to. Martha never had the dead end job; the dead end life, and that always bugged me. She's was a medical student and, knowing rather too many actual doctors in real life, her buggering off to travel the universe and mooning over the doctor... that never rang true to me. She's never really never been the kinda girl who, er, sky plusses the X Factor, let's face it. And I guess I'm not watching Torchwood next year either, ho hum.
Hmm, I may have been entirely confused by the whole timey-wimey shenanigans tonight, but was that really Dalek Khan running the show and feeding all the timelines back together?!
And gah, "I'm sorry for your loss" at the Shadow Proclamation just panned out so... true. What a hell of a loss, much worse than briefly losing the entire planet, as it turned out.
Hmm. Turns out having two glasses of red wine instead of dinner wasn't the wisest thing to do tonight after all...
It was all designed around their American Scene prints exhibition, which I wanted to see for the Hopper prints originally. And, yep, they were fab (Night on the El Train is either cute or creepily distubing, and I'm leaning towards disturbing right now) as usual, but then I found the Martin Lewis drypoints. *sigh* Amazing. Saturday's Children gave me goosebumps.
The place was chocka full of Americans, obviously, and I sat on the steps waiting for someone and had a weird sense of flashback to being a tourist over there. And dear god I'd like to be back there this year. Instead there's a whole Australia thing to not look forward to, come November... gah!
I already watched the House finale this week, and tonight was Dr Who and I'm feeling a little emotionally wrung out now, dammit.
awww. Donna. And Rose. And bluesuit and brownsuit, which was kinda the Farscape season three trauma, and kinda not, as they really weren't the same guy split in two. All in all, it saved the universe and it all worked out horribly. While seeming to be not quite so horrible on the surface.
The weirdness, on one level, was that bluesuit should have been the perfect fan baiting solution, and yet... it left a funny taste in the mouth. It should have been this great gift and it was just a curse. Billie's thing in the Confidential about the Beauty & Beast comparison made sense, and I'll admit to hiding behind a cushion for that whole beach scene. It was absolutely what you wanted to happen... the kiss and the hand holding, and yet not; not right; not real. It muddies the waters too much, and followed right by that kick in the teeth that was Donna.
Argh, Donna. Poor girl. That was all kinds of cruel and nasty. And I hated her before this series, and now my heart just about broke when she went from "Oi, Spaceboy!" right back to bovvered? in one fell swoop. Like she didn't turn left after all, after all that.
The technobabble, saving the universe scheme was gleefully genius, and just in case we needed the whole timelord/human thing underscored, every single little plot strand served to highlight it. The original, timelord, doctor is left alone again, naturally, and who's this joker Rose is left with? The more the 'original' doc talked about him, the more you got the impression he was ever so slightly off. Human and with all that timelord knowledge, and memories, and whose personality? He's almost the doctor, but missing something... Simulacrum and simulacra. And dammit, we'll probably never know. Can River Song show up sometime soon in the actual timeline please, so I can stop being so depressed about this?
I was distinctly welling up about twice during the actual show, and again during the whole dissection in Confidential and lordy, where in hell are they going to run with this next year, considering they have, er, precisely no ongoing plotlines left to run with.
The weirdness, on one level, was that bluesuit should have been the perfect fan baiting solution, and yet... it left a funny taste in the mouth. It should have been this great gift and it was just a curse. Billie's thing in the Confidential about the Beauty & Beast comparison made sense, and I'll admit to hiding behind a cushion for that whole beach scene. It was absolutely what you wanted to happen... the kiss and the hand holding, and yet not; not right; not real. It muddies the waters too much, and followed right by that kick in the teeth that was Donna.
Argh, Donna. Poor girl. That was all kinds of cruel and nasty. And I hated her before this series, and now my heart just about broke when she went from "Oi, Spaceboy!" right back to bovvered? in one fell swoop. Like she didn't turn left after all, after all that.
The technobabble, saving the universe scheme was gleefully genius, and just in case we needed the whole timelord/human thing underscored, every single little plot strand served to highlight it. The original, timelord, doctor is left alone again, naturally, and who's this joker Rose is left with? The more the 'original' doc talked about him, the more you got the impression he was ever so slightly off. Human and with all that timelord knowledge, and memories, and whose personality? He's almost the doctor, but missing something... Simulacrum and simulacra. And dammit, we'll probably never know. Can River Song show up sometime soon in the actual timeline please, so I can stop being so depressed about this?
I was distinctly welling up about twice during the actual show, and again during the whole dissection in Confidential and lordy, where in hell are they going to run with this next year, considering they have, er, precisely no ongoing plotlines left to run with.
And I've just remembered Catherine Tate's Confidential slot where she said Donna's life would go back to sky plussing the X Factor. God, that just about summed it up, and it all strangely fed back into Rose's pre-Bad Wolf speech about chips.
I think that was why Donna and Rose worked, as companions, and Martha never did-- what's the point in going on adventures in time and space if you really don't need to. Martha never had the dead end job; the dead end life, and that always bugged me. She's was a medical student and, knowing rather too many actual doctors in real life, her buggering off to travel the universe and mooning over the doctor... that never rang true to me. She's never really never been the kinda girl who, er, sky plusses the X Factor, let's face it. And I guess I'm not watching Torchwood next year either, ho hum.
Hmm, I may have been entirely confused by the whole timey-wimey shenanigans tonight, but was that really Dalek Khan running the show and feeding all the timelines back together?!
And gah, "I'm sorry for your loss" at the Shadow Proclamation just panned out so... true. What a hell of a loss, much worse than briefly losing the entire planet, as it turned out.
