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pipistrellafelixDoes excessive shaking and wordlessness count as being in shock? Cause I think I kind of was. I saw Serenity today. And my god, it was fucking brilliant. And terrifying, and crazy violent and funny and...obviously articulate words have not come back yet. I really like how they began it--with the bit in the Alliance Center, Simon rescuing River, all that--because it actually gave a load of background to newcomers, and yet it was all new scenes and mostly new info (or at least a new point of view for it).
And can I just say I really love the writing? There were points that it almost descended into cliche, but suddenly the dialogue does a one-eighty turn--the one that comes to mind at the moment was Simon and Kaylee when they all think they're going to die and Simon is getting all "I wish I had spent more time with you...I wish I had been with you..." and Kaylee says, "Sex? With me? The hell with this, I'm gonna live."
Speaking of thinking they're all going to die...I have never seen a movie quite like this, in which at one point or another during the movie, any one of the characters could easily have snuffed it--by which I mean there wasn't any hero-loophole, where you know he's not going to die because he has to save the world. Firstly, I know Joss Whedon has no trouble killing people one doesn't normally expect to die (Buffy, anyone?), but mostly because the whole movie had such an immediate sense of danger that I was pretty much scared for the entire thing. Not in a horror-movie way, where I'm all tense because I expect something to jump at the screen; I mean I was terrified for the characters during the whole thing.
And then Wash died. Oh, Wash. I cried, and although that is probably a pathetic thing to admit, I will anyway; I was crying. And my brain was sort of wibbling between "wash...zoe...wash...zoe...wash...zoe" for the better part of five minutes afterwards. After the movie I went to dinner with Erin and Camille and Nikki for Erin's birthday, which was fabulous; but every once in a while my brain would involuntarily go, "what am I doing having fun? I should be mourning Wash!" ...which I guess just goes to show how ridiculously attached I can get to fictional characters when they're done really well.
They'd better not bring him back though. I mean, really. Cheap. I'm not even sure I'd like Charlotte's idea of the borrowed organs. That's one of the things I liked about it, perversely--how sudden and shocking and final it was, made it all more real. And Book's death was along the same lines (though I was less upset about that; possibly because I suspected it a little bit), sort of a bang-whoops-look-they're-dead kind of slap in the face.
Man. That was a freaking awesome movie. (Wash! Charlotte and I entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe, Zoe was actually pregant with their child, and we'd have a baby after all. Maybe.)
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar. Ehehe...oh, Wash.
In other news, my Zen Micro came today and I am uber excited. Off to load music onto it now.
And can I just say I really love the writing? There were points that it almost descended into cliche, but suddenly the dialogue does a one-eighty turn--the one that comes to mind at the moment was Simon and Kaylee when they all think they're going to die and Simon is getting all "I wish I had spent more time with you...I wish I had been with you..." and Kaylee says, "Sex? With me? The hell with this, I'm gonna live."
Speaking of thinking they're all going to die...I have never seen a movie quite like this, in which at one point or another during the movie, any one of the characters could easily have snuffed it--by which I mean there wasn't any hero-loophole, where you know he's not going to die because he has to save the world. Firstly, I know Joss Whedon has no trouble killing people one doesn't normally expect to die (Buffy, anyone?), but mostly because the whole movie had such an immediate sense of danger that I was pretty much scared for the entire thing. Not in a horror-movie way, where I'm all tense because I expect something to jump at the screen; I mean I was terrified for the characters during the whole thing.
And then Wash died. Oh, Wash. I cried, and although that is probably a pathetic thing to admit, I will anyway; I was crying. And my brain was sort of wibbling between "wash...zoe...wash...zoe...wash...zoe" for the better part of five minutes afterwards. After the movie I went to dinner with Erin and Camille and Nikki for Erin's birthday, which was fabulous; but every once in a while my brain would involuntarily go, "what am I doing having fun? I should be mourning Wash!" ...which I guess just goes to show how ridiculously attached I can get to fictional characters when they're done really well.
They'd better not bring him back though. I mean, really. Cheap. I'm not even sure I'd like Charlotte's idea of the borrowed organs. That's one of the things I liked about it, perversely--how sudden and shocking and final it was, made it all more real. And Book's death was along the same lines (though I was less upset about that; possibly because I suspected it a little bit), sort of a bang-whoops-look-they're-dead kind of slap in the face.
Man. That was a freaking awesome movie. (Wash! Charlotte and I entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe, Zoe was actually pregant with their child, and we'd have a baby after all. Maybe.)
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar. Ehehe...oh, Wash.
In other news, my Zen Micro came today and I am uber excited. Off to load music onto it now.
