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ariadnes_stringI think this amounts to my monthly movie post. Since it turns out that what I really like to do on my one free Saturday a month is go to the movies.
This month, I convinced my work friend K. to come with me. We were trying to decide between Moneyball and Drive . Then K. (my work friend!) sent me the link to the feministryangosling tumblr which is pretty much the greatest thing on the internet, and after viewing a bunch of macros like this:
We decided we needed to see Drive.
Which was pretty enjoyable, though I have to admit that when it was over we turned to each other and burst into a fit of giggles. Because it is the kind of movie with a lot of slow motion. And blood. And endless pensive shots of the lights of LA. The kind of movie in which central characters have iconic pieces of clothing instead of names:
cf:
Still, it is hard to beat Ryan Gosling and his squishy little feminist face, satin jacket and dirty white t-shirt.
Let’s see, in other news I played hooky from the shows I think I’m following and watched the first series of Whitechapel via download. Because sometimes you just need to watch a good British procedural, y’know? In which people catch gruesome killers and wash their whiskey down with a side of class resentment. I enjoyed the heck out of it. Though it took me forever to figure out where I knew Phil Davis from. And that he’d also been in Merlin 4.04.
And speaking of Merlin:
Okay, I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from Arthur and Merlin being nice to each other. No, not just nice: tender, teasing, respectful and affectionate. That’s me—that puddle of goo on the floor—don't get your feet wet as you leave.
Otherwise, though, I just love that kind of storyline: someone fucks up, but then owns it, and tries to make amends. Nor does the theme of Arthur thinking he’s alone, and then realizing he isn’t ever get old for me.
Plus, I really liked Arthur’s new grey cloak of sneakiness.
And I would pay good money to have Lindsay Duncan and her awesome brand of queenliness back every week.
All of this distracted me from the way Agravaine (or, as my boys call him, Scar-from-The-Lion-King) has stepped up to fill Camelot’s quota of evil-smirks-that-no-one-notices-hahaha now that Morgana has gone pro in the major leagues of Evol.
This month, I convinced my work friend K. to come with me. We were trying to decide between Moneyball and Drive . Then K. (my work friend!) sent me the link to the feministryangosling tumblr which is pretty much the greatest thing on the internet, and after viewing a bunch of macros like this:
We decided we needed to see Drive.
Which was pretty enjoyable, though I have to admit that when it was over we turned to each other and burst into a fit of giggles. Because it is the kind of movie with a lot of slow motion. And blood. And endless pensive shots of the lights of LA. The kind of movie in which central characters have iconic pieces of clothing instead of names:
cf:
Still, it is hard to beat Ryan Gosling and his squishy little feminist face, satin jacket and dirty white t-shirt.
Let’s see, in other news I played hooky from the shows I think I’m following and watched the first series of Whitechapel via download. Because sometimes you just need to watch a good British procedural, y’know? In which people catch gruesome killers and wash their whiskey down with a side of class resentment. I enjoyed the heck out of it. Though it took me forever to figure out where I knew Phil Davis from. And that he’d also been in Merlin 4.04.
And speaking of Merlin:
Okay, I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from Arthur and Merlin being nice to each other. No, not just nice: tender, teasing, respectful and affectionate. That’s me—that puddle of goo on the floor—don't get your feet wet as you leave.
Otherwise, though, I just love that kind of storyline: someone fucks up, but then owns it, and tries to make amends. Nor does the theme of Arthur thinking he’s alone, and then realizing he isn’t ever get old for me.
Plus, I really liked Arthur’s new grey cloak of sneakiness.
And I would pay good money to have Lindsay Duncan and her awesome brand of queenliness back every week.
All of this distracted me from the way Agravaine (or, as my boys call him, Scar-from-The-Lion-King) has stepped up to fill Camelot’s quota of evil-smirks-that-no-one-notices-hahaha now that Morgana has gone pro in the major leagues of Evol.
