thewingedword

Star Wars is, very sadly, not much of a fandom nowadays. If it were, however, I am sure some of my opinions would be considered Unpopular Fandom Opinions. These include:

1) Harrison Ford is the only actor who can consistently make George Lucas' dialogue sound like it's totally that way on purpose.

2) Hayden Christensen's acting ability comes second to the fact that he is freakishly good-looking. Believe me, this goes against my own better judgement.

3) Leia > Padme.

I should probably explain that last one. I have no problems with Natalie Portman; I would marry Natalie Portman. I think that she's gorgeous and funny and a good actress, and that Padme managed to be at least one of these things. But the Prequel Trilogy is a relatively recent thing; the Original Trilogy was one of the shaping sci-fi influences of my young life, and Leia had a lot to do with that.

She was pretty, curvy, smart, and amazing. She was also badass, loudmouthed, a little emotionally clumsy, and wicked with a gun. Leia was a Princess with an attitude and a heart at the same time, and I thought she was the most awesome thing ever. At the time, I told myself that I wanted to grow up and be her; in retrospect, I'm pretty sure she was my first girlcrush.


Seriously, though, look at her. She is perfect. I remember watching some special where Carrie Fisher talked about how the directors all thought she was a bit heavy for the role and thinking they were absolutely mad. I would give a kidney to have a waist like that (I would, in fact, probably have to remove some internal organs to manage it). And even at the tender young age of I don't even know, maybe twelve, I thought that the metal bikini was something special.

I'm not sure what the point of this post is, but Spike TV aired the entire trilogy multiple times over the weekend, and I just had to share the love. I think that Star Wars is so universally known nowadays that we rarely take time to think about just how amazing it really is; instantly iconic, constantly enduring, innovative and fascinating and on such an immense scale that it blows your mind. But even on that huge scale, if you focus in, one single character has enough detail to keep you entranced for days.

(Not to mention the Luke/Leia/Han, my first OT3, or indeed OTP of any sort. I can spend hours explaining how they are the only logical end to the Original Trilogy, okay, George Lucas is officially the originator of any incest fascination I may have. See also: my icon.)

That was a long-winded explanation of why I have three new icons. The short explanation, of course, would be: ♥

Saw Order of the Phoenix. I'm not going to bother reviewing a lot, because it's been done! I'm sure you've heard everything I had to say from ten thousand people, and anyways I am quite tired. Suffice to say that there were some things which bothered me, mainly having to do with shortened scenes and a lack of depth to the secondary characters. However, more intangible things like scene transitions and tension maintained throughout dialogue and the superb editing of the various mind-reading collages more than made up for the flaws. As a movie, it was both good and enjoyable, which are not always the same thing.


Books don't last long enough. I've finished all of the books I got from the library except Les Mis, and I read Fire from Heaven twice. It was very good, although I think I've read too much fanfiction, because Mary Renault's approach to the gay sex was so subtle that I missed it. Seriously. It was spring, and Aristotle sent everyone out to look at the animals mating, and Alexander and Hephaestion were watching a pregnant fox. There was a reference to some people having lost a bet, and then Alexander said "We need to have less sex, it's making me depressed," and Hephaestion said "What?" and I said What?! and had to re-read it two or three times to pin it down.

I wish I could make every fanfic author read that scene. I read too many fics with explicit references to body fluids and parts and noises and I just, I don't need to know. Realism can go too far.

Back to books; Brave New World was mildly disturbing. Then I read A Clockwork Orange and, god, that book is HIDEOUS. It's not badly written; in fact, it's interesting, and the author's use of an imagined future slang is fascinating. But the truths of the book, if I can phrase it that way, are ugly. It is a book written about an ugly character doing unimaginably disgusting deeds in a horrific world. The movie version was rated X and I am not surprised; there is thievery and murder and torture and a woman gang-raped to death, ten year old girls drugged and raped. The lead character's thoughts are filthy enough that I want to wash out my head after reading them. I'm kind of sickly fascinated with it, with the conclusions it draws and illustrates for the reader. I'm glad I read it once, but I don't think I shall again.

This is too disturbing. Clockwork Orange My Chem picspam time!

 


I feel much better now. This is why I ♥ my bands, they cheer me up by being ridiculously good-looking. Also with music. Yay!

So, done with AP tests, both of them. I don't know for sure but I hopefully got a 5 on the Gov and at least a 4 on the Calc. I can't say, it's out of my hands now, fluttering down to all the graders and machines that will chew up my work and spit out nothing but a tiny, black-stamped number. Worth it, still.

Watched Boondock Saints! It was a... a very good idea, that managed to still be a cultishly-good movie despite occasionally crappy scriptwriting and a budget of basically nothing. Willem Dafoe in drag is not something I EVER need to see again, but the brothers were ridiculously hot. Neck tattoos! Oh, bandom, what have you done to me? Veritas, aequitas. It was very very Supernatural, hot brothers and guns and Latin chanting, knives and religious overtones and crazy fathers. Like Supernatural in other ways, at that. You really have to watch the outtakes to get the scene where their drunken mother calls and pretends to kill herself as a prank. and they scuffle around on the floor completely naked to answer the phone. Hilarious.

Am attempting to beg, bribe, and win my way into seeing the Projekt Revolution tour when it comes here, because there is NO DOWNSIDE to seeing Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance and Taking Back Sunday all at once. Unless it's having to deal with the HIM fanbase at the same time, alas. I'm trying to decide whether lawn seats would be less likely to become a giant mosh pit, being further away from the stage, or if the lack of interfering chairs would only encourage things.

It's impossible to believe that it's Wednesday, it feels like the longest-coming Friday known to man and all I want to do is listen to music and sleep, and instead I have to talk my way out of a Physics test tomorrow. Joy.