||[Jun. 6th, 2007|10:13 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
ST: This is nice, we don't often get to curl up like this lately, what with the bulwark of pillows.
Me: They help me sleep.
ST: The cushion cul-de-sac..
ST: The palisades of puffiness.
Me: Go ahead, I know you've got at least one more.
ST: The ottoman empire.
Me: Ok, that was good, you were right to save that one for last.
This, of course, as we were curled in bed watching some Hex. (I'm about to go off on a mini-fandom rant.. let's not think about how long it's been since I did this) And here's the thing about Hex, right? This is not a good show. It's really not. I admit I've been spoiled by Buffy and the like when it comes to supernatural thriller shows with heroines who kick ass, but.. really, this is not a good show. There is little to no character development, even the "developed" main characters have no consistency of characterization to them. Don't say "Oh, but the Tragic Hotness of Evil (tm linaerys) makes her change her mind.." because .. no. Because that's no excuse and also it doesn't begin to cover the 180 degree changes that are happening every single episode. It's like watching the scripted version of my oscillating room fan, right down to the part where sometimes it gets stuck in one position and just makes this clicking noise until you move it away from the wall and then it keeps moving from side to side again.
Also? This thing where a character comes in wheeling a huge anvil-like Plot Device and then disappears. Forever. Amen. And not like four episodes later, like the *next* episode. This is disturbing. Speaking of the disappearances, where do these characters keep going?? There's no follow-up and no closure at all. It's like there's a room somewhere. You keep hoping that you're going to get a scene of "Spoiler" somewhere watching remotely and plotting. But no, "Spoiler" is just freakin' gone.
Imagine that Buffy went like this... "I thought she was really my sister, but now I find out she's the key... I can't handle this, I need a drink." And then Buffy goes to the bar AND YOU NEVER SEE DAWN AGAIN! I'm not exaggerating, people.
The writing is trite, silly, heavy with exposition and bears no consistency from one episode to the next, let alone from one season to the next. There is no proper plot development leading up to the big stuff. (And don't tell me you can't develop characterization and plot in a 6 episode season, I'm pointing at Coupling and that should be considered Exhibit A) The costumes are cheesy (but getting better) and no one has yet to tell the actors that a smirk and a "badass" hairdo is *not* a substitute for properly acted eeeevil. Also the swords are for shit. Seriously, sword case opens and ST says "Oh look, they brought... wall hangings."
Oh, and the fic sucks. Without exception the fic I've found sucks. I don't think there's a correlation between well written shows and well written fic. After all, there's some anus-clenchingly bad Firefly fic out there and it's certainly not caused by the show's writing. But I do think that the quality is brought lower by the quality of the source. If the writer can't decide from one show to the next if someone is a bad guy or just misguided, then a fanfic writer is going to lose any motivation to finish the story. Also, the will to live. But I digress.
Aside from all of that, it is still fun. It's a lot of fun. I'm most of the way through Season 2, I don't care about the fate of 99.9% of the characters so it's a bit like watching a boxing match you didn't bet on. You want to see the end. You hope it's gory and excessive, you do not expect it to be executed with any kind of grace.
ST's just watching for the lesbian stuff. Also for some reason he likes what's-her-name's coat. That's disturbing, as it's some kind of faux-Dracula thing in pleather with poofy sleeve caps. I would have loved it too, when I was 13 and still being darque and mysteriouse and calling myself something like Azrael Abyss (or Circe Nightshade.. and omg I miss that short). But we're both still watching it, so clearly there's no accounting for taste.
And that's all I've got.
This morning I cut out the fabric for the kid's room banners, they should be ready to paint for this weekend. Which is good, because otherwise I'd have no hand work to be done and I'd be just sitting around the bake-sale tent scarfing muffins. I have no shame.