Like soap bubbles
Dec. 3rd, 2006 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordI can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you
I can't believe I've spent this entire weekend shouting at my laptop, "Kiss, you damn prettyboys! Kiss!"
Yep, I've finally seen the whole of Brideshead revisited. In two long marathon sittings, I'm exhausted. And I who hoped it would be like the story of "Sebastian and Charles' minor hardships that culminates in a big bed." But oh no, Sebastian is out of the story after three episodes and the rest is pure Charles angst. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Jeremy Irons fan and had no idea he actually was cute once, but I had high hopes for this series, thinking it could top the Maurice movie, cause God knows this was much less awkwardly acted.
And so I spent the first half of the series yelling at the screen, trying to convince Charles to do the right thing. "Kiss, damn you!" "You know what would really fit this moment? A kiss!" "He's right there, right there in the bed!" "Come on, all he needs is a bit of sexual healing."
Because I'm so not buying the whole "Charles and Sebastian shared a pure, platonic friendship". Come on, there was way too much looking into eachothers' eyes, smirks across the dinner table, naked sunbathing, bed-lying and general touching. And especially when Anthony Andrews had such pretty, pretty eyes and awesome expressions (I feel a pic spam is coming on soon). And the whole Charles getting together with Sebastian's sister? Please, hasn't he read Maurice? He's just finding a substitute. And he even gets the same dreaded "mustache of heterosexuality" from the Maurice movie.
At least I'll have my hope that each time the scene cut away from such things, passionate lovemaking was what actually happened afterwards.
OT3:Sebastian/Charles/Aloysius the bear
Of course, I had some problems with watching both Simon Jones and John Gielgud, always expecting them to drop into their Arthur Dent and Hobson characters, respectively. And Jane Asher, each time I see her, I always think "Young!Paul McCarthey has had some of that."
I'm such a vulgar person, when you think of it.
Anyway, what has happened the previous week, hardly anything, I think. The term paper was a success, titled "Cat's ears" for some odd reason (there's not one cat involved in it), my teacher liked it, and it turned out to be a real joy to write after a while.
I'm catching up on my Christmas present buying, too. At least I spend a lot of money these days, so I think that must be what I'm doing.
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you
I can't believe I've spent this entire weekend shouting at my laptop, "Kiss, you damn prettyboys! Kiss!"
Yep, I've finally seen the whole of Brideshead revisited. In two long marathon sittings, I'm exhausted. And I who hoped it would be like the story of "Sebastian and Charles' minor hardships that culminates in a big bed." But oh no, Sebastian is out of the story after three episodes and the rest is pure Charles angst. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Jeremy Irons fan and had no idea he actually was cute once, but I had high hopes for this series, thinking it could top the Maurice movie, cause God knows this was much less awkwardly acted.
And so I spent the first half of the series yelling at the screen, trying to convince Charles to do the right thing. "Kiss, damn you!" "You know what would really fit this moment? A kiss!" "He's right there, right there in the bed!" "Come on, all he needs is a bit of sexual healing."
Because I'm so not buying the whole "Charles and Sebastian shared a pure, platonic friendship". Come on, there was way too much looking into eachothers' eyes, smirks across the dinner table, naked sunbathing, bed-lying and general touching. And especially when Anthony Andrews had such pretty, pretty eyes and awesome expressions (I feel a pic spam is coming on soon). And the whole Charles getting together with Sebastian's sister? Please, hasn't he read Maurice? He's just finding a substitute. And he even gets the same dreaded "mustache of heterosexuality" from the Maurice movie.
At least I'll have my hope that each time the scene cut away from such things, passionate lovemaking was what actually happened afterwards.
OT3:Sebastian/Charles/Aloysius the bear
Of course, I had some problems with watching both Simon Jones and John Gielgud, always expecting them to drop into their Arthur Dent and Hobson characters, respectively. And Jane Asher, each time I see her, I always think "Young!Paul McCarthey has had some of that."
I'm such a vulgar person, when you think of it.
Anyway, what has happened the previous week, hardly anything, I think. The term paper was a success, titled "Cat's ears" for some odd reason (there's not one cat involved in it), my teacher liked it, and it turned out to be a real joy to write after a while.
I'm catching up on my Christmas present buying, too. At least I spend a lot of money these days, so I think that must be what I'm doing.
