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Fringe:
I don't even like pudding particularly (except chocolate sometimes)! And I didn't really like The State. But when they talked about sufficient mass when swapping people from Here to There, my first thought was "Ohhhh yeahhhh. 130 lbs. of pudding."
On to the story! I thought at first that the substitution of (most of) AlternaBroyles was a cruel thing, when swapping masses between universes, but then realized that it's unlikely they would be able to anticipate our Broyles being right there, or indeed that any of the team would have caught up to Alternalivia since her last typewriter missive. And, like, they had a dead body sitting in the back of the Fringemobile. They could return it to the family with a song-and-dance about dying in the line of duty, or they could... use what they had on hand. Which is chilling, but not as malicious as I'd thought at first.
What a scene, that silent bit where our Broyles closes his double's eyes. He has no idea that AlternaBroyles has a son, I bet. Olivia better cry in his arms. Really, people don't differ from one universe to the other, do they? AlternaBroyles busts Ourlivia out of prison just as Our Broyles is handing Peter a weapon. I think the Broyleses would have respected each other even more than liked each other, and that's the closest any set of doubles have yet come to a meeting of the minds. Even if one of them had to end up dead for it to happen.
I do wonder -- we've seen overall that equivalent types of mass swap, not just amounts of mass. Which is unfortunate! Because I had a really cool scheme for smuggling gold. Then again, if a dead body can trade with a live one, then I could presumably smuggle raw meat as long as I dressed it in pants. "Look at those hams" has a completely different meaning now. Sadly, hams are not nearly as profitable as gold, and I'm still looking for the profit motive in all this. Not Walternate's, I mean, because egomania is its own reward, but surely all the other people on the planet are trying to make a buck out of the pending demise of their existence. Yes, I honed my narrative skills on The X-Files.
I was very happy to see the return of the phrase, "Try to be a better man than your father." I hope the story remembers who said it first: Peter's mother, or really, his other mother. I have to wonder if now Peter's doubting his own decision to return to this world: he did connect with Alternalivia, better in some ways than with Ourlivia. And Ourlivia was the big reason he came back, her big speech. I liked his dull, expressionless anger throughout.
Still chewing on Alternalivia's character. I don't think we're meant to read her as a villain, and I don't know how it's possible not to read her as a villain.
And then Ourlivia. Her emergence dripping from the empty tank was the kind of scene I want to see again and again, vidded; also, I mean, I wanted her to fall sobbing into Astrid's arms. She ran as far as she could, and then crawled, and then got someone to carry her. That scene at the end with Peter, it rang false to me. Not because of the difference between his knowledge and hers, but because her reliance on him was just another method of reliance on herself. She didn't need him, except as a visual marker of what she already unconsciously knew.
(And for, like, being brought breakfast in bed and nooky on tap and whatever else she can conjure out of his guilt. But those aren't needs.)
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I don't even like pudding particularly (except chocolate sometimes)! And I didn't really like The State. But when they talked about sufficient mass when swapping people from Here to There, my first thought was "Ohhhh yeahhhh. 130 lbs. of pudding."
On to the story! I thought at first that the substitution of (most of) AlternaBroyles was a cruel thing, when swapping masses between universes, but then realized that it's unlikely they would be able to anticipate our Broyles being right there, or indeed that any of the team would have caught up to Alternalivia since her last typewriter missive. And, like, they had a dead body sitting in the back of the Fringemobile. They could return it to the family with a song-and-dance about dying in the line of duty, or they could... use what they had on hand. Which is chilling, but not as malicious as I'd thought at first.
What a scene, that silent bit where our Broyles closes his double's eyes. He has no idea that AlternaBroyles has a son, I bet. Olivia better cry in his arms. Really, people don't differ from one universe to the other, do they? AlternaBroyles busts Ourlivia out of prison just as Our Broyles is handing Peter a weapon. I think the Broyleses would have respected each other even more than liked each other, and that's the closest any set of doubles have yet come to a meeting of the minds. Even if one of them had to end up dead for it to happen.
I do wonder -- we've seen overall that equivalent types of mass swap, not just amounts of mass. Which is unfortunate! Because I had a really cool scheme for smuggling gold. Then again, if a dead body can trade with a live one, then I could presumably smuggle raw meat as long as I dressed it in pants. "Look at those hams" has a completely different meaning now. Sadly, hams are not nearly as profitable as gold, and I'm still looking for the profit motive in all this. Not Walternate's, I mean, because egomania is its own reward, but surely all the other people on the planet are trying to make a buck out of the pending demise of their existence. Yes, I honed my narrative skills on The X-Files.
I was very happy to see the return of the phrase, "Try to be a better man than your father." I hope the story remembers who said it first: Peter's mother, or really, his other mother. I have to wonder if now Peter's doubting his own decision to return to this world: he did connect with Alternalivia, better in some ways than with Ourlivia. And Ourlivia was the big reason he came back, her big speech. I liked his dull, expressionless anger throughout.
Still chewing on Alternalivia's character. I don't think we're meant to read her as a villain, and I don't know how it's possible not to read her as a villain.
And then Ourlivia. Her emergence dripping from the empty tank was the kind of scene I want to see again and again, vidded; also, I mean, I wanted her to fall sobbing into Astrid's arms. She ran as far as she could, and then crawled, and then got someone to carry her. That scene at the end with Peter, it rang false to me. Not because of the difference between his knowledge and hers, but because her reliance on him was just another method of reliance on herself. She didn't need him, except as a visual marker of what she already unconsciously knew.
(And for, like, being brought breakfast in bed and nooky on tap and whatever else she can conjure out of his guilt. But those aren't needs.)
This entry was originally posted at http://vehemently.dreamwidth.org/21430.html. Comment wherever you like.