over-reactions r us
Hello darlings. Happy new year. Am back in Brum, back to work, real life continues apace, but bugger all that for the moment because
OH GOD I AM CRYING. I AM CRYING SO HARD I'M ALL DAMP AND SO IS HM#2'S SHIRT AND SO IS HM#5'S GIRLFRIEND'S SHIRT AND SO IS MY SHIRT AND I AM CRYING OH GOD OH GOD FUCK YOU GREEN WING.
omg
OMG
OH GREEN WING WHY??
I am sort of reconciled to liking it again now. I was starting to actively dislike it by the end of the second series; I thought they'd taken the cruelty far too far, and the poorly written cop-out messiness of the Mac/Caroline arc really really annoyed me. But ohhh, they had to go and bring sweetness and sadness, and weird fucked-up love, and transient moments of glory as we speed towards death, and OH GOD GREEN WING I CANNOT HANDLE THIS AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT.
Oh god. And I liked Mac again, even though his death plotline is laughably stupid, and when he and Guy were drunk together in the pub, and the crying and the drunk laughing and the momentary amnesia and Guy's wonderful perfect gloriousness of total Guyness and his love and his grief and the fact that Mac told him because they really truly are proper friends, really and truly, and the crying and how badly Mac needed someone to touch him and I really BROKE and Guy's swearing and his angst and his utter perfectness with Martin. And Caroline being all cool and calm and awesome. And Boycie and Statham, Boycie and Statham, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA but OMG THEY LOVE EACH OTHER THEY TRULY DO and Statham CALLED HIM ON THE PHONE and sang to him and Boycie's face and their faces and I don't care if it's supposed to be a joke because they showed love, real love on the screen and they loved each other and Statham was almost calm and he was happy because he loves Boyce and who cares how and he told him through the medium of Lionel Ritchie songs and then he went inside to Joanna who is the other person he loves and he had them both for a moment and Boycie's face and he paid a furlong of bras to find him!
And the whole marriage stuff has irritated me as a plotline FOREVER, but It will forgive it all for that pay-off shot of Caroline floating in the sky, that was pretty damn good and then what was perfect was Mac and Guy scrambling about underneath, squabbling and trying to catch her and that was perfectly them and it was sunny and they were all there and together and it was PERFECT and it made me CRY LIKE A PLATYPUS THAT HAS BEEN ABANDONED BY ITS MUMMY.
I'm not even going to go into Joanna and Statham's end because I will drown in my own saline but they played music and it was cinematography of straightforward honest beauty and I refuse to believe they're actually dead, blatantly they can swim, and it looked like they were walking on the water. This is the thing about comedy-dramas, sometimes they don't work but sometimes they work too well, and out of all of that welter of silliness and bad jokes and pratfalls and cruelty came something sour and sweet and longing and OH GOD IT'S HALF PAST TWELVE and did I mention I'm very sleep deprived and very stressed and gloriously, hormonally hysterical and THUS I CLAIM AMNESTY AND THE RIGHT TO WRITE LIKE A FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD EMO BECAUSE IT MOVED ME, OKAY, AND I'M NOT ASHAMED TO SAY IT, although probably I will be in the morning. :D
Good night!
OH GOD I AM CRYING. I AM CRYING SO HARD I'M ALL DAMP AND SO IS HM#2'S SHIRT AND SO IS HM#5'S GIRLFRIEND'S SHIRT AND SO IS MY SHIRT AND I AM CRYING OH GOD OH GOD FUCK YOU GREEN WING.
omg
OMG
OH GREEN WING WHY??
I am sort of reconciled to liking it again now. I was starting to actively dislike it by the end of the second series; I thought they'd taken the cruelty far too far, and the poorly written cop-out messiness of the Mac/Caroline arc really really annoyed me. But ohhh, they had to go and bring sweetness and sadness, and weird fucked-up love, and transient moments of glory as we speed towards death, and OH GOD GREEN WING I CANNOT HANDLE THIS AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT.
Oh god. And I liked Mac again, even though his death plotline is laughably stupid, and when he and Guy were drunk together in the pub, and the crying and the drunk laughing and the momentary amnesia and Guy's wonderful perfect gloriousness of total Guyness and his love and his grief and the fact that Mac told him because they really truly are proper friends, really and truly, and the crying and how badly Mac needed someone to touch him and I really BROKE and Guy's swearing and his angst and his utter perfectness with Martin. And Caroline being all cool and calm and awesome. And Boycie and Statham, Boycie and Statham, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA but OMG THEY LOVE EACH OTHER THEY TRULY DO and Statham CALLED HIM ON THE PHONE and sang to him and Boycie's face and their faces and I don't care if it's supposed to be a joke because they showed love, real love on the screen and they loved each other and Statham was almost calm and he was happy because he loves Boyce and who cares how and he told him through the medium of Lionel Ritchie songs and then he went inside to Joanna who is the other person he loves and he had them both for a moment and Boycie's face and he paid a furlong of bras to find him!
And the whole marriage stuff has irritated me as a plotline FOREVER, but It will forgive it all for that pay-off shot of Caroline floating in the sky, that was pretty damn good and then what was perfect was Mac and Guy scrambling about underneath, squabbling and trying to catch her and that was perfectly them and it was sunny and they were all there and together and it was PERFECT and it made me CRY LIKE A PLATYPUS THAT HAS BEEN ABANDONED BY ITS MUMMY.
I'm not even going to go into Joanna and Statham's end because I will drown in my own saline but they played music and it was cinematography of straightforward honest beauty and I refuse to believe they're actually dead, blatantly they can swim, and it looked like they were walking on the water. This is the thing about comedy-dramas, sometimes they don't work but sometimes they work too well, and out of all of that welter of silliness and bad jokes and pratfalls and cruelty came something sour and sweet and longing and OH GOD IT'S HALF PAST TWELVE and did I mention I'm very sleep deprived and very stressed and gloriously, hormonally hysterical and THUS I CLAIM AMNESTY AND THE RIGHT TO WRITE LIKE A FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD EMO BECAUSE IT MOVED ME, OKAY, AND I'M NOT ASHAMED TO SAY IT, although probably I will be in the morning. :D
Good night!