jenny, 27. cancer. infj. 6w5. mostly nbc's hannibal, good omens, ofmd, rocketman, dune, the umbrella academy, txf, twin peaks, marvel, eva green and oscar isaac.
rewatching dune pt 1 and god. the last thing the love of your life ever said to you before he died being “i should have married you” would absolutely drive you to a mad and vengeful fury over the world and organisation you dedicated your life to who wouldn’t let you marry him
i went to see dune 2 on its avant premiere here last night and
DAMN
denis, this man… has written history by finally making the best sci-fi since the empire strikes back. everything about it is great. it’s cinematography (greg fraser i love you), THE MUSIC AND SOUND DESIGN. the acting, the whole pace of paul atreides journey into being lisan al-gaib…
i left the theatre with no words and not being able to believe what my eyes had seen.
if the academy does not give denis and the whole crew the awards they fff deserve for this masterpiece, i will go feral.
So...There's a scene in Good Omens where we need an extract from Aziraphale's Diary in the 1820s. And as we were about to shoot him writing it, Douglas asked if we could see a bit of the previous diary entry as well. So I wrote one. As it turned out, we are too close up to read anything of the previous diary extract and only the final line is visible, if that.
I hated to imagine it going to waste.
So here's a small Valentine's Day gift for any of you who need cheering up. You will need to imagine the rest of the story.
“Madam!” I said, “I do believe that you have entirely misunderstood me!”
The countess drew herself to her full height, which I believe would have been about five feet and seven inches, and stared at me, quite puzzled. “No,” she said, “I believe that it is you who are mistaken, Mr Fell. For never have I met a man of any kind who could resist my blandishments.” And then, replacing her garments (which took much longer than shedding them), she added, “I do not know what manner of a man you are, Mr Fell. I trust you will still help my brother with his little problem.”
“I am still there for him,” I assured her. “He is as good as freed from his durance vile.”
“You are an angel,” said the countess.
And so we left the matter. This morning, her brother rejoined her, released (by me) from debtor's gaol. She was by all acounts delighted to see him.
POSTSCRIPT:
It appears that she was not a countess, he was not her brother, and they fled together for France leaving many debts behind them. I told Crowley all about the matter over a glass of claret, but he did not appear to be as surprised as I had expected.
I think it’s really important to talk about how different people have different power fantasies.
For example:
For some people, the idea of someone redeeming a villain is a power fantasy.
For other people, the idea of a villain being defeated is a power fantasy.
And for other people, the idea of a character owning their villainy is a power fantasy.
I would argue a lot of fandom conflicts re: villains come from people being unable to see that their fantasies, which put them in control of a narrative (and all three of these are designed to give the author or reader control of the narrative in different ways) are someone else’s horror stories.