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Jun. 10th, 2009 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damkiannaSo. Yesterday was quiet; I decided not to go to work, because it was raining and I just plain didn't want to. I did go out, though, to help my sister check out an apartment. She's in the beginning stages of the process of moving out, which I don't even want to think about (the short version of this episode of My Issues: I have a lot of trouble accepting change, sometimes).
Today was similarly unexciting. However, SciFi was showing a new show today - at least, new in the sense that I haven't seen it anywhere before. I'm pretty sure All Souls was first produced while Angel was still on the air, and not in reruns, because I think I heard somewhere that it was on opposite, but I haven't actually looked it up yet. Its CGI certainly suggests late nineties/early naughts. :D
It was better than I was expecting based on the credits sequence alone; there were some funny lines, and the cast was pleasingly diverse. Yes, the main character was white, but his best friend (and they were eminently slashable, let me tell you) was Portuguese and wheelchair-bound, and the rest of the cast contained white women, women of color, white men, and men of color. Admittedly, there was a touch of the Magical Negro trope happening, in the form of both the wise old nurse who shared visions with the MC and the ghost/apparition who occasionally dropped hints. However, the wise old nurse was shown in at least one flashback to have been a hot young nurse who was friends with the MC when he was younger, and helped take care of him when his father died. As for Lazarus, I got the impression that he wasn't hanging around the hospital because he had decided to use his power to help a white man solve problems, or because he somehow didn't know any better, but rather because he was fully aware of the extent of his mistreatment there during his life, and wanted to make sure nobody else went through that.
... However, I only saw maybe four of the six eps that exist, so who knows. :D
To return briefly to the eminently slashable part: wow. Practically the entire second episode was one enormous shipfest for Mitchell (the MC) and Patrick (last name Fortado; the Portuguese BFF). Mitchell has a nightmare about Patrick blaming him for the accident! There's maybe a way to fix Patrick's spine, except it's actually evil and requires the Crazy-Ass Doctor of the Week to kill another patient! The Crazy-Ass Doctor of the Week does it anyway! Mitchell hangs out at Patrick's bedside and banters with him a lot! Mitchell finds out that the Crazy-Ass Doctor is, indeed, crazy-ass, and also Patrick's spine was not actually damaged until after the "corrective" surgery that followed the accident - which was performed by none other than Crazy-Ass Doctor! (He has a totally adorable fit about this, complete with punting a box of files around and yelling, "He could've walked!" before crouching down to hold his head in his hands and letting his eyes get all red in that way actors do when they're trying to express distress but not actually cry.) Mitchell ends up hanging off the roof railing, with Patrick holding him up and Crazy-Ass Doctor hanging from the other hand!
Naturally, this little détente ends with Crazy-Ass Doctor slipping from Mitchell's grasp despite Mitchell's best efforts, landing on the roof of a car and, yes, hurting her spine; Mitchell begging Patrick to drop him, because the alternative is Patrick hauling him up over the rail and ripping up his newly-repaired spine again; and Patrick hauling him up over the rail anyway. They both tumble to the grated metal of the roof walkway, facing each other, with Patrick either already basically passed out or else passing out as the scene closes (from the pain, I'm guessing).
The whole thing was that kind of dramatic really-good-friends deal that I really go for, with an added dose of conscious, willing self-sacrifice - I am basically putty in the hands of conscious, willing self-sacrifice. Include that whole "I blame myself for what happened to you, and I've been specializing in spinal surgery ever since"/"I never blamed you for what happened to me and it is crazy that you blame yourself" back-and-forth, and, dude. I am SOLD.
So that was fun. The Irrelevant Relationships are up to twenty-seven pages; they just can't be stopped. I'm hoping to do some slightly more relevant work on the HP AU tomorrow, and I also want to get down the bare bones of a Hellboy fic that won't leave me alone - ever since I wrote down that stupid little dishwashing thing, I've had Hellboy on the back burner, simmering along, with bits of scenes bubbling to the surface intermittently. Sometimes the way my brain works is really annoying.
Today was similarly unexciting. However, SciFi was showing a new show today - at least, new in the sense that I haven't seen it anywhere before. I'm pretty sure All Souls was first produced while Angel was still on the air, and not in reruns, because I think I heard somewhere that it was on opposite, but I haven't actually looked it up yet. Its CGI certainly suggests late nineties/early naughts. :D
It was better than I was expecting based on the credits sequence alone; there were some funny lines, and the cast was pleasingly diverse. Yes, the main character was white, but his best friend (and they were eminently slashable, let me tell you) was Portuguese and wheelchair-bound, and the rest of the cast contained white women, women of color, white men, and men of color. Admittedly, there was a touch of the Magical Negro trope happening, in the form of both the wise old nurse who shared visions with the MC and the ghost/apparition who occasionally dropped hints. However, the wise old nurse was shown in at least one flashback to have been a hot young nurse who was friends with the MC when he was younger, and helped take care of him when his father died. As for Lazarus, I got the impression that he wasn't hanging around the hospital because he had decided to use his power to help a white man solve problems, or because he somehow didn't know any better, but rather because he was fully aware of the extent of his mistreatment there during his life, and wanted to make sure nobody else went through that.
... However, I only saw maybe four of the six eps that exist, so who knows. :D
To return briefly to the eminently slashable part: wow. Practically the entire second episode was one enormous shipfest for Mitchell (the MC) and Patrick (last name Fortado; the Portuguese BFF). Mitchell has a nightmare about Patrick blaming him for the accident! There's maybe a way to fix Patrick's spine, except it's actually evil and requires the Crazy-Ass Doctor of the Week to kill another patient! The Crazy-Ass Doctor of the Week does it anyway! Mitchell hangs out at Patrick's bedside and banters with him a lot! Mitchell finds out that the Crazy-Ass Doctor is, indeed, crazy-ass, and also Patrick's spine was not actually damaged until after the "corrective" surgery that followed the accident - which was performed by none other than Crazy-Ass Doctor! (He has a totally adorable fit about this, complete with punting a box of files around and yelling, "He could've walked!" before crouching down to hold his head in his hands and letting his eyes get all red in that way actors do when they're trying to express distress but not actually cry.) Mitchell ends up hanging off the roof railing, with Patrick holding him up and Crazy-Ass Doctor hanging from the other hand!
Naturally, this little détente ends with Crazy-Ass Doctor slipping from Mitchell's grasp despite Mitchell's best efforts, landing on the roof of a car and, yes, hurting her spine; Mitchell begging Patrick to drop him, because the alternative is Patrick hauling him up over the rail and ripping up his newly-repaired spine again; and Patrick hauling him up over the rail anyway. They both tumble to the grated metal of the roof walkway, facing each other, with Patrick either already basically passed out or else passing out as the scene closes (from the pain, I'm guessing).
The whole thing was that kind of dramatic really-good-friends deal that I really go for, with an added dose of conscious, willing self-sacrifice - I am basically putty in the hands of conscious, willing self-sacrifice. Include that whole "I blame myself for what happened to you, and I've been specializing in spinal surgery ever since"/"I never blamed you for what happened to me and it is crazy that you blame yourself" back-and-forth, and, dude. I am SOLD.
So that was fun. The Irrelevant Relationships are up to twenty-seven pages; they just can't be stopped. I'm hoping to do some slightly more relevant work on the HP AU tomorrow, and I also want to get down the bare bones of a Hellboy fic that won't leave me alone - ever since I wrote down that stupid little dishwashing thing, I've had Hellboy on the back burner, simmering along, with bits of scenes bubbling to the surface intermittently. Sometimes the way my brain works is really annoying.
