Escapology

After much fumbling and bumbling, I got me a fandom tumblr.

entering the neutral zone - why yes, I am tres original indeed.

My favourite entry for the night might be relevant for those who have watched both Generation Kill and X-Men: First Class - best crossover idea, yes?

So. Who else has a tumblr? *grin*

Merry Christmas to all!

So I have finally started watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. I know, it's five years too late, but still. Zuko's easily my favourite character, followed by Sokka. Oddly enough, decision to finally start on the show was inspired by my watching The Airbender movie on the plane during my leave.

As for the movie itself, only one phrase - thank goodness it was free. Well, the plane ticket clearly wasn't free but whatever. I watched it with the bare bones knowledge of the animated series. Enough so that I wasn't lost in the details but that's not the point. The point was just how bad it was.

I won't even bother to go on further, but my favourite review is easily the one by the Guardian, complete with the hilarious references to British slang.

And that was just the movie per se. We've not even started on the problematic casting.

So here I am, back at the original series, and enjoying myself thoroughly. In LOTR, I wanted my own fell beast and in Star Wars, I wanted my own astromech droid. For now, I totally want my own flying bison.

Inspired by yetunknown

I always liked their version, but was really glad to see Take That remaking their remake to return to the actual roots of the song, as it were. The ITV version is still not as good as how they did it in the Beautiful World Tour, but this is close enough.

So I've finally watched BBC Sherlock. All three episodes.

Admittedly, this post is rather late in coming - I finished watching it last month. I had kept myself relatively spoiler-free fortunately despite all the squeeing on LJ-land about it. It also helped that horusporus warned me about the dreaded Second Episode, so my admittedly high expectations were moderated appropriately.

Problematic second episode aside - can we pretend that it never existed? I very much wish it were so, because it was so painful - it's a brilliant take on Sherlock. The casting was a huge stroke of genius; the show comes together nicely mostly because of Benedict Cumberbatch (I will quote the Guardian here, but that is a truly splendid name) and Martin Freeman. And of course, the writing. Ha. Second episode aside. Thank goodness for the return to form in the third episode. I shall buy the DVD set and skip the second episode almost always, I think.

And I know people are raving over Cumberbatch the newly-minted sex symbol and he's certainly very compelling to look at because those cheekbones are to die for, but it's Martin Freeman for me all the way. Or to be more precise, it's his version of Watson that I love. Can't help it, I'm biased that way.

Last week, the local DJs on the Malay radio channel geared towards the younger set had an open discussion as to which artiste was the most 'obit'. It's a word that doesn't translate well at all to English, though I think the closest dialect equivalent would be 'obiang'.

Many names were suggested, none of which registered in my brain. But I was reminded of what is, IMO, the best line from Fauziah Ahmad Daud, from Lontong (which incidentally, is my favourite Hari Raya drama): "Tapi kita nak baju ropol-ropol macam Ramlah Ram!"

So I watched Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief the other day. It was fun, fun, fun. Not the best movie ever but it was entertaining. I've never read the books, which is a shame as apparently they're even sillier than the movie (oh hai, I had no idea Poseidon wore Hawaiian shirts) so that means I need to hunt them down. No, I do read srs books, so allow me my fun.

Plus, the almost random turn of major and not-so-major actors dressing up as Olympian gods was nothing short of amusing. Sean Bean and Kevin McKidd totally rocked their togas, Uma Thurman as Medusa was WTF and Rosario Dawson as a disaffected Persephone provided much lulz. Melina Kanakaredes, I love you bebe in CSI:NY but that British accent was c'est terrible. Never do it again, please. And hearing Poker Face will never fail to make me giggle after that horrific but compelling Lotus Casino dance sequence.

I left the theatre thinking that this is a movie whose protagonist:
- has major father issues
- lives with his mother and jackass of a stepfather
- has pretty blue eyes (I rather like the explanation given for his eyes, in all honesty. Yes, I am shallow that way)
- has a mentor/father figure who is wheelchair-bound (sort of) and encourages rule-breaking (somewhat)

and was therefore bemused, because WHY DOES THIS SOUND SO FAMILIAR?

Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it! (never mind the fact that I spent Xmas eve with a migraine but that's another story.)

Meanwhile, Yuletide is open and yes, there are Castle and Hurt Locker fics. ♥

*dansu dansu*

If things work out... TOS Season Two watch starts tonight.

(Hush, I know I sound terribly one-track at the moment, but look me in the eyes and tell me honestly that there's something worth squeeing over on TV at the moment.)

So I'm juggling between TNG, the last episodes of BSG and ST: TOS. But there is one very important thing I need to say:

Dear JJ Abrams, your penchant for serving the male, heterosexual teen fanboy demographic is noted. In recompense, I demand that Reboot!McCoy has more scenes in the next movie; preferably ones where he wears the "silk, short-sleeved 'laboratory' tunic for the CMO". He must.

Oh, while we're still at it, having Reboot!Kirk wear that green wraparound tunic wouldn't be unappreciated either. Might as well make it a double.

Paid account - done.

More importantly, frangipani's going to join me in my TNG rewatch ultra-marathon ♥