Jude Law is an utterly gorgeous individual. The man's beautiful. I mean really he is just one well formed specimen of manhood, y'all. With the hair? And the eyes? And the mouth? Jesus. Yum. The movie itself was very good, but then I'm a big Anthony Minghella slut. He's an amazing director and he gets these moments that just...gah. Like the big battle scene? *Breathtaking*. His film making style is dense; for whatever reason it reminds me of Thomas Hardy. Don't ask -- the Nifbrain is a strange place, my friends.
So I haven't read the book, although everyone says I should and I very well may but my biggest question is the following: do Ada and Ruby have an affair in the book? Because the way it's portrayed in the movie makes it fairly obvious that they do, or have one of those weird sexually charged friendships that's *like* an affair, even if nothing is consummated.
Did anyone else find themselves randomly blinking and being like "What? Philip Seymour Hoffman, what are you doing here? And Giovanni Ribisi? And Natalie Portman? Why is this journey home peopled with random grubby famous people?" Because lord knows I did.
All in all, I really enjoyed the movie. I could probably talk about it for years because, you know, Minghella. But instead, I'll just squeal because OHMYGOD JACK WHITE WAS IN IT! WHITESTRIPES ROCK! and it was a really amazing movie on top of all that.
So, yeah, Spike? He's a fun slashtoy, I know. He's got chemistry with his crypt. But here's the thing; he seems to have *real* chemistry with Riley. This pairing is the one that really hits me where I live as of right now. Riley's hardcore dark streak? You know the one that causes him to threaten Spike's life and *mean* it? Yeah, that's pretty much hot. Nobody else on the show seems to bring that out, not the way the Spike does. I like that Riley's this amalgamation of hard and soft. He reminds me of Clark, to the extent that I find myself wondering if Jonathan's got any cousins. Anyway. Stopping that cross over thought where it starts.
Harmony's gotten more and more interesting to me as I worked my way through seasons four and five on my Buffy dvds. She's so...sad. And, really, so is Sally. The shows are both done skillfully enough to really sucker you into thinking "Oh my god, you annoying stupid uberbitch won't you just...die or something?" and then slapping you in the face with the fact that annoying or otherwise? These are *people* who *feel*, and they can feel very, very badly. I don't want to hug them or anything, but it makes me want to be a lot nicer to them. Even though I don't like them. Yes. I am the queen of random.
Okay, damn you TS. Damn you straight to hell. You with your cheestastic music, and your seductive anthropology. I hate you. If by I hate you I mean I find you incredibly and utterly fascinating and secretely adore you for Jim, and his man tank tops and his great big head and his ambiguosly gay pants. And, y'all, they are. I don't know what it is, but it's got my gaydar doing this intense ping ping ping thing. Maybe it's the creases. But whatever the case, I've got this weird feeling that Jim The Uber Gay (and Christ is he) could explain that they're the pleat front chinos from LL Bean, in flax. Blair's hot, btw. I would not mind, uhm, study sessions with him. He reads as more straight to me, whereas Jim is head over heels for Blair already. And who can blame him, really? Not me. Anyway. Jim's head is also very, very big. Just bloody massive.
5. Uhm. Well. BOBCAT. *twitches ear tufts*
6. Morgan, Lionel, we need to talk. You guys need to like...clear out of my brain for a while, okay? Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you're all in the Slum and wanting attention but really, I think maybe we need a break. By which I mean I need to write things that don't contain you. I'm sorry, but it's true. So just...go away. *makes shooing motions*
...yeah. Like that'll work.
7. Also, Clark and Lex? You guys can feel free to come back at any time. No, really. I'd like that.