Well. When I first heard S3 was going to be a 5 part miniseries I wasn't very happy about it, but I like Torchwood, so I've been waiting patiently for it. And, oh God, it killed me. Absolutely fucking killed me. I was tense and on edge through all 5 days. It's been a hell of a ride.
I had hoped, despite all evidence to the contrary, that Ianto would somehow be resurrected in the end, but no such luck. He really is gone. *sniff* I haven't been a fervent Jack/Ianto shipper for a while now, since I discovered Jack/Doctor as my OTP, but still... I liked Ianto, and he didn't deserve it. Plus, poor Jack, losing someone yet again.
And as if that wasn't enough, he now has the death of his grandson to live with as well. God, my heart absolutely broke for him in the end. Poor, poor Jack. I think this time they've finally broken him.
Right. Other stuff. Frobisher. God, when the PM said his kids were gonna be sacrificed I was completely gutted. That PM was the biggest prick I've ever seen. He's worse than Saxon/Master. I mean, at least the Master had the excuse of being a psychotic lunatic. But the PM? I wanted to kill the bastard. I think the worst thing about that scene for me was the reason for choosing Frobisher's kids. He did it to face save with the public. Whatever happened to 'the kids and grandkids of everyone in this room are exempted', you sick son of a bitch? Everyone's kids except the poor sucker you've been using as cannon fodder since the beginning, right? Bastard! Anyway, when Frobisher got home and I realized what he was going to do I came very, very close to tears. I really liked Frobisher. I mean, he was a bit of a bastard, and he gave the order to kill Jack and TW, but still, the actor was so good I couldn't help but empathize with him. He was doing his best in an impossible situation, and some of his choices sucked, but God he didn't deserve to be used like that. He didn't deserve to have his *kids* used like that. It was just sick.
The scene in day 4 when they were discussing the selection process was the most horrifying thing I've seen in a long time. I was sickened. And the worst bit is, this could really fucking happen. It's really too disturbing to think about. Kudos to TW for going there and making it so nauseatingly realistic. It gave me chills. Seriously. And just the other day I told a friend TW was fun as long as you don't take it seriously. Jesus.
The end. Like I said, poor poor Jack. And kudos to JB because I think he did a great job in that last scene with Steven. That was the second time I was near tears, hoping he was gonna live through that somehow. God, it hurt. It fucking *hurt*. Much more than Ianto, because Ianto always knew there was a chance he'd get killed on the job, and Jack knew that too. But Steven... because he was *there*. An innocent kid. Christ almighty.
And the aliens wanting the kids to get high? Sick. Just plain sick. But original, gotta give them that; I don't think I'd ever seen that one before. Made the whole thing even more horrifying. I don't think I've ever been so horrified by television in my life. Even the worst unsubs in Criminal Minds aren't this horrible. And TW used to be fun...
I'm not complaining, exactly. The whole thing was great and I loved it, but it's really not what I was expecting. And how the hell are they gonna do a season 4? They've killed over half the cast! I mean, I'll definitely watch it if they make it, but I'm honestly curious as to how they're gonna pull it off.
Jack leaving in the end seemed right to me. Really, you can hardly expect him to hang around after that. He was only on Earth to begin with to find the Doctor, and then he stayed because of his team, and now the team is pretty much *gone*. I mean, Gwen is still there, but she's on maternity leave, and I don't think Jack could even think of sending her into danger after all this. So, really, what else can he do? He killed his grandson and might as well have killed his daughter too. There's no way he can stay. Poor broken Jack...
So, I could barely sleep last night, I was so... don't know, gutted. I just couldn't get grieving, broken Jack out of my head or poor dead Ianto. I'm just totally broken-hearted over the whole thing. It's been a hell of a week. There's other stuff to say, but this is all I can cope with for now.
I hope to God the next ep of Doctor Who is not an angst fest, because I don't think my poor heart can take it anymore. I need cheerful babbling and manic grinning. And fluffy fic.