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Watchmen and Sanskrit, or the post in which Icarus abuses the lj-cut.
I credit all your good wishes: WG's limp is improving. My grades are not as bad as I feared. You must share your power of good wishes with the rest of the world, since clearly you could end both the Iraq and Afghanistan wars.
WG will learn the results of his CT and bone scans tomorrow.
I failed the Sanskrit final spectacularly, but based on the numbers here I must have been running close to a 3.8 - 3.9 before WG's injuries, so I'm saved from failing the class. I need to study those missed chapters this week or I'll be in trouble next quarter. Expect some Sanskrit posts this weekend.
My Greek History professor indeed graded harshly. I'm considering whether it's worth contesting the grade.
Who watches the Watchmen? We do!
Went to see Watchmen with WG tonight. We had our usual petty squabble on the way there. WG's a backseat driver which is why I make him my chauffeur. But it's not wise to have him drive with a walking cast. I ended up running red light after he insisted I'd missed the turn into the theater --
WG: Honey, honey! It's right there to the left, to the left--!
Icarus (baffled, looking around): What? What? It can't be, it's not--
(Vroom.)
Icarus: Driving with you sucks. Also, that traffic would have hit you first.
He was very conciliatory (he hates backseat drivers). I ruefully admitted I'd written down the address for the wrong theatre. We circled the block until we found it.
The Neptune in the U-District is old fashioned theatre, built 80 years ago, with a cool, laid back beatnick-y staff. I dropped WG off at the front door (see: walking cast) and enjoyed treating him like a lady all night. I even held doors for him. (All he needed were the pearls.) There were exactly three people in the theater so we... sat in the same row with them, thus proving humans are social creatures. Someone should do a doctoral study.
WG is Nite Owl. That was my guy up there. The glasses, the gentleness, the innocent boyish appeal. The same quiet, private nature, along with the tendency to not say how he feels until he's pissed, but expressing himself in coded passive-aggressive acts that are easy to miss. And only truly vibrantly alive when he's "doing his thing" (in WG's case, backpacking).
Needless to say, I loved the movie (for other reasons as well). As a side note, we both enjoyed the tasteful frontal nudity. Good to see a movie that has just as much (or more) male nudity as female. Reading reviews from you guys, I noticed that most of the people who hated the movie hadn't read the comic, while most of those who loved the movie had. So I made sure we'd both read it first. It was fun to see such a faithful rendering of the comic panels. I recognized so many scenes. There were enough changes to make it interesting and to tighten up the sprawling, jump-cut pacing of the comic. I think changing the ending somewhat was a good move. It's visually stunning, but what made it were the actors. The actors were so well cast -- and this story is about the characters. Cast the right actors and you have 90% of it right there.
WG wants to see it again on DVD, so he can pause the opening montage and study the background details.
Afterward, he made a wistful comment about ice cream, so we hunted down an ice cream shop for sundaes and sat in the shop like 1950s teenagers. I'd brought my notebook and jotted down a scene for Out Of Bounds that hit me in there. After this post, I'm off to write it. *g*
We ended up by the UW bookstore so I bought my Sanskrit books for next quarter while he browsed.
Shhh. Don't tell him, but I caught one of the sales clerks watching him like a hawk. I thought the guy was queer at first (WG shines brightly on gaydar). Then I realized the guy was worried that WG might shoplift. I think it was his poofy down easy-to-hide-books-in jacket combined with the long hair. The clerk looked relieved when bookish Icarus turned up carrying UW Sanskrit textbooks. Obviously people carrying Sanskrit books are not shoplifters. Everyone knows that.
Now WG wants to do another date tomorrow night, this time an art film at the Varsity. Ah, old theatres. Such a different experience from the modern multiplexes.
WG will learn the results of his CT and bone scans tomorrow.
I failed the Sanskrit final spectacularly, but based on the numbers here I must have been running close to a 3.8 - 3.9 before WG's injuries, so I'm saved from failing the class. I need to study those missed chapters this week or I'll be in trouble next quarter. Expect some Sanskrit posts this weekend.
My Greek History professor indeed graded harshly. I'm considering whether it's worth contesting the grade.
Who watches the Watchmen? We do!
Went to see Watchmen with WG tonight. We had our usual petty squabble on the way there. WG's a backseat driver which is why I make him my chauffeur. But it's not wise to have him drive with a walking cast. I ended up running red light after he insisted I'd missed the turn into the theater --
WG: Honey, honey! It's right there to the left, to the left--!
Icarus (baffled, looking around): What? What? It can't be, it's not--
(Vroom.)
Icarus: Driving with you sucks. Also, that traffic would have hit you first.
He was very conciliatory (he hates backseat drivers). I ruefully admitted I'd written down the address for the wrong theatre. We circled the block until we found it.
The Neptune in the U-District is old fashioned theatre, built 80 years ago, with a cool, laid back beatnick-y staff. I dropped WG off at the front door (see: walking cast) and enjoyed treating him like a lady all night. I even held doors for him. (All he needed were the pearls.) There were exactly three people in the theater so we... sat in the same row with them, thus proving humans are social creatures. Someone should do a doctoral study.
WG is Nite Owl. That was my guy up there. The glasses, the gentleness, the innocent boyish appeal. The same quiet, private nature, along with the tendency to not say how he feels until he's pissed, but expressing himself in coded passive-aggressive acts that are easy to miss. And only truly vibrantly alive when he's "doing his thing" (in WG's case, backpacking).
Needless to say, I loved the movie (for other reasons as well). As a side note, we both enjoyed the tasteful frontal nudity. Good to see a movie that has just as much (or more) male nudity as female. Reading reviews from you guys, I noticed that most of the people who hated the movie hadn't read the comic, while most of those who loved the movie had. So I made sure we'd both read it first. It was fun to see such a faithful rendering of the comic panels. I recognized so many scenes. There were enough changes to make it interesting and to tighten up the sprawling, jump-cut pacing of the comic. I think changing the ending somewhat was a good move. It's visually stunning, but what made it were the actors. The actors were so well cast -- and this story is about the characters. Cast the right actors and you have 90% of it right there.
WG wants to see it again on DVD, so he can pause the opening montage and study the background details.
Afterward, he made a wistful comment about ice cream, so we hunted down an ice cream shop for sundaes and sat in the shop like 1950s teenagers. I'd brought my notebook and jotted down a scene for Out Of Bounds that hit me in there. After this post, I'm off to write it. *g*
We ended up by the UW bookstore so I bought my Sanskrit books for next quarter while he browsed.
Shhh. Don't tell him, but I caught one of the sales clerks watching him like a hawk. I thought the guy was queer at first (WG shines brightly on gaydar). Then I realized the guy was worried that WG might shoplift. I think it was his poofy down easy-to-hide-books-in jacket combined with the long hair. The clerk looked relieved when bookish Icarus turned up carrying UW Sanskrit textbooks. Obviously people carrying Sanskrit books are not shoplifters. Everyone knows that.
Now WG wants to do another date tomorrow night, this time an art film at the Varsity. Ah, old theatres. Such a different experience from the modern multiplexes.
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It sounds like you had a lovely evening last night. I'm really pleased you both enjoyed the movie.
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And you have a good heart, my friend.
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It felt like hearing a waltz played on a violin where the musician is trying to play it as 4/4 instead of 3/4. The beats all felt wrong and misplaced, and it ended up with me not being able to care very much when they dropped what I imagine were meant to be big character bombshells.
The only place where this didn't happen was the credits, which were absolutely amazing, and delivered everything I wanted from that film. If you find somewhere that they're posted, can you let me know?
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The most common response from those who hadn't read the book are: the plot was obvious, and/or it was boring, and/or it was confusing toward the end.
While fans of the comic seem to loooove talking about the grand dystopic theme, in the story the dystopia is shunted aside in favor of a character-driven story that unmasks the superhero and acts as a meta-commentary on the whole genre.
I almost get the sense that if the story were told through different characters it wouldn't be a dystopia. Sometimes in the book there's a sense that Rorschach and the Comedian created this dystopic view through their own cynical/paranoid minds. Then it turns out that the Comedian has the most stake in humanity. He wasn't willing to sacrifice millions for world peace. Meanwhile Rorschach, despite his apparent misanthropy, is the most rigid idealist.
In my view, the core of the book asks the question "who are the good guys?" The dystopic theme just acts as a testing ground, or, oh, a litmus test of various degrees and types of good.
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"Who are the good guys?" is the question I was asking when it was interesting. "Why do I care who this girl's father is?" is what I was asking when I wanted to know how much longer the film was going to last. Again, "Who are the good guys?" is very set around the older generation, it's generally tightly linked to the Comedian, and it was interesting.
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I think I know Hamlet in real life. ;)
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::cannot read the Queen Mab speech without giggling::
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I have to add though that I watched it with actually no previous knowledge about the plot or the characters - I only knew that it was about superheroes. I hadn't even watched a trailer.
Maybe people who haven't read the comic and hated the movie had certain expectations?
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Are you a beta tester for http://archiveofourown.org/ as yet?
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I sometimes wonder why I put up with Wraithbait when I get reviews like "I didn't like the death aspect but you're the author and that's how you chose to write it." i mean, ????
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Uh.
Lorne and Sheppard are naked on beach. John masturbates for Lorne, who takes pictures. Lorne poses for naughty nude shots for John. John is blazingly, determinedly after Lorne.
Slash - Y/N?
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and of course not!
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Sanskrit books: the perfect disguise.
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http://mollpeartree.livejournal.com/375619.html
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I did think the opening credits sequence was a work of genius and well worth the admission price by itself. (Rumors have been circulating that another director was brought in to film those after Snyder was done.)
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My favorite character was Rorschach.
Glad to hear all the goodness is being channeled into an improving WG.
Also good to hear that you're grades haven't suffered completely.
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i loved staring at the blue penis. i know that makes me like 12, instead of 21, but whatever. it was tasteful, but also very fascinating, almost like a car accident i couldn't look away from.
it was good, i liked it, but i don't ever need to see it again.