Now, THAT’s a theme.
Even Lavender Brown is a Game of Thrones fan.
The Two of Us
woah calm down im just trying to date your dad
Night Vale Inspires — Part 2 :]
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If there is a small set of rules everyone in any fandom, anywhere, should know about, it is this:
- Respect the actors’ private lives and their rights to be with their family and go into public spaces without being mobbed.
- Understand the actor is not the character
- Sometimes the ship isn’t canon and you will have to accept that. (Do not bring it up to the actors unless they ask, and even then be polite about it.)
- Do not
- Do not
- Do not try and show the actors fanfiction.
Or your smutty fan art, fer Chrissakes.
also don’t send ‘em porn
Karl Urban as Lord Vaako in The Chronicles of Riddick
I was so into the Indiana Jones movies and I would constantly reenact circumstances. I broke my left arm three times, two of which were me trying to be Indiana Jones. The first time, I tied sheets together and tried to climb the side of my house after I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark. The second time, I was riding a horse and trying to gallop as fast as I could, like Indiana Jones, and got thrown from the horse. The third time I was bit older and it didn’t have anything to do with trying to be Indiana Jones. - Pedro Pascal for Interview Magazine.
That slow motion was some low-budget TV-movie
garbagemajesty straight out of 1999. I was having flashbacks of Leelee Sobieski’s most iconic role, natch. What are they editing the footage on? iMovie? Final Cut X? Step away from the video effects and love yourself, show.
Forgive me for dropping the ball on my anti-VO agenda. To be perfectly hyperbolic, the voice-over is what’s keeping Outlander from true Greatness. Sure, it creates a certain intimacy between the audience and Claire but I for one am ready to hit Ignore on that noise.
Perhaps I wouldn’t mind Claire’s narration if it weren’t so dull. I only find value in her commentary when it doesn’t correspond easily with the subtext I read (like her messy feelings for Jamie and Frank). It’s in past tense for a reason; at best, her recounting underscores the unreliable nature of memory and the limits of Claire’s self-awareness. I think the Powers That Be need to find the strength to kill their literary darlings and dump this storytelling crutch. I get the sense they tend to fixate on a beautiful turn of phrase—Claire’s musings can indeed get downright poetic—and forget this is television, not an enhanced audiobook. Please turn down for my sanity. Let me embrace the sound of silence.
In these shots, Caitriona Balfe conveys Claire going into shock in the aftermath of her rape. How do I know? Because I witnessed the attack minutes ago. Because she is an actress and her body is the medium of the character’s message and I received it just fine. Because the way the camera pushes her to the edge of the frame in asymmetrical blocking imparts a sense of precariousness that reflects the character’s traumatized state of mind. Because the way the shot dwells on her shaking, bloody hands encourages me to conflate them with a visual synecdoche for the distressingly violent actions she took with them in self-defense. If Claire is supposed to feel emotional disconnect while in shock, the way her figure dwarfs the others down below in blurry vastness also creates that impression.
Thus the sprawling coherence of ”My mind jumped and danced from thought to thought, like a stone skipping across a pond…I knew he was worried about me, knew he wanted to talk about what had happened, but I knew if I did, if I started giving rein to my feelings, things would pour out of me that I wanted to keep locked away forever…” undermines the impact and urgency of the moment for me. I do like the way Claire repeats “It’s shock” and “I’m going into shock.” That was more affecting than any of her redundant internal monologue. One expects Claire to recognize the symptoms of shock since she was a WWII nurse but the moment demonstrates knowing something awful isn’t the same as experiencing it.
In other words, Claire’s not telling the story of her epic journey to me over tea. So I don’t want her talking over my own internal running commentary when I can see and interpret the story for myself. I’m Professor X sitting in my monogrammed pajamas with one hand on her mind temple and the other in my lightly buttered popcorn. Shut the fuck up and let me do my work.