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girlofprey) wrote2005-12-17 11:50 pm
girlofprey) wrote2005-12-17 11:50 pm
Hello! Also: Kong!
Home again, home again. Jiggety jig. Internet, yay! Hopefully it will not prove too distracting. Already I am hours on the internet DOING NOTHING!
I have pretty much done one of my essays. Apart from the fact that there is still one more paragraph I want to write and simply am not doing, and it is 3,700 words and counting and should only be 3,000, and I haven't done all of my footnotes yet, which are also counted in the wordcount. And I'm not sure I've actually said anything of particular use or question-answering-ness. But it is mostly done. So I have only 3 more to do now. I think I will be reading this week, and then start writing after Christmas. Yes.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this - a few months back I was moaning about money. I very often moan about money. But this was special because I was £100 overdrawn midmonth and had to ask my parents for extra, and felt very very useless at money keeping and blamed my bills and cinema trips. Except that it turned out it wasn't my fault at all - I had about £110 of payments to O2 (not my network, never has been) on my statement. I am the victim of credit fraud! Had to cancel my card, and they sent me a fraud form which I have to send in with a print-out of my online banking statement for the relevant time period. Except I never used online banking, and when I tried once I'd forgotten my 'memorable word'. And this time it wanted a membership number. I asked for 'help' and resending of my details, and it said it would need to send me a new passcode (the only thing I DID remember), except that it couldn't send me a new passcode, but if my new passcode didn't arrive within five working days I should call the helpline. And now I am confused. I call Barclays I think yes.
My flatmates and I had House Christmas yesterday. I did not go to bed until 4am (the suicide hour! I did not commit suicide. I think I should have a badge). We had a lovely ham, and lovely gravy, and parsnips and yule log and After Eight mints. And my flatmate, who had already bought me a Bad Girls Guide calender weeks before and given it to me because I'd had a shit day, had bought me a beautiful handheld mirror from Oxfam which I'd noticed and mentioned and mourned when it was gone the next day! Am love on her! Also we played Atmosfear and I BEAT THE GATEKEEPER!!! With some cheating I think. But still. Colour me victorious :) And we played charades until long into the night/morning, and I did a very good Napoleon. It was all very good.
Things which make me happy:
You all know the story, I think. Except for the part where bits from the trailer were not in the film. That was strange and confusing. But it was good. I enjoyed it. It has not leapt onto the list of my favourite films ever, but it was enjoyable, and OMG!, and a spectacle and all, and good acting all round, and I did love Kong quite a lot. Was fairly 'meh' over the whole Ann/Kong thing though - what exactly were we supposed to be rooting for there? It was sweet, and I did like Ann, with her cross-dressing and tumbling and juggling and Vaudeville chic, but it did get a bit laughable sometimes. She taught him to say 'beautiful' with sign language! Oh the in-apehumanity! Also, bits did scare me. Like the Insect Pit - you will know it when you see it. Omg ::shudders:: With the worms, and...ugh! Although Jamie Bell/Jimmy was absolutely brain-surgeon-like with that machine gun, for all Hayes' warnings. It was very surreal/amazing.
That said, onto the most important part of the film - ADRIEN BRODY IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN ALIVE. I want him framed and put on my wall! I want him being filmed in the jungle all the time! In a black coat and tuxedo! Jack Driscoll King of my Heart Forever Yes! Clearly most of Kong's anger at him was feelings of 'Omg! Why didn't I get that one! Rarggh!'. And Carl Denham kidnapped him. And the crew of the ship kept him downstairs with all the hundreds of easily-broken bottles of chloroform. And he blatanly convinced them to go after Ann with him by SLEEPING WITH THEM ALL! And young Jimmy stole his pen because he wanted a piece of him with him always, except that young Jimmy already had a father-son/Big Gay Lover thing going on with Hayes, who leapt in front of Kong to protect him, and told him to 'go with Jack now' and we all know what that means, and Jack held him back from running to his death, and saved him from drowning, and let him cry about Hayes into his chest and yes. The slash was with them ::nods wisely::
But Jack Driscoll. He kept getting knocked out, which made me incredibly happy. And I kept distracting myself by imagining the film with Jack in Ann's place, which also made me incredibly happy, but - distracting. I think probably the natives intended a double sacrifice of him and Ann to Kong, as joint prettiest, which is why they knocked him out instead of just stabbing him like the rest. And just sort of tossed a coin to decide which one to steal from the ship, since they didn't have time for both. I did actually think for a minute that Kong was falling in love with unconscious Jack in the car at the endlike I did!, until I realised, and Ann came striding out of the fog whatever. They should all have gone off to live on Skull Island, and Ann could have danced and juggled, and Jack could have written random things for her to perform for them both, and played panpipes, and Kong could have fondled their hair and killed things, and yes.
I settle for the fact that Jack was the only other person Kong cared enough about to have a reaction to. Sort of.
That said, I'm not entirely sure what they were doing with Jack's character, eternally lovely as he was. He's a 'sensitive, left-wing playwright' - who can beat up dinosaurs. Rachael would like very much to attend the Jack Driscoll School of Writing Plays and Kicking Ass. Also, the bats totally loved him. He was King of the Bats. You will understand when you see it.
And the moral of the story seems to be: If you happen to be taken as a bride/pet for an enormous gorilla on a terrifying, near-deserted island, make sure you can do a cartwheel.
Sigh. There is a community. Which welcomes slash. I watch it with interest. Yes.
::wittily and perceptively comments on all of your recent posts::
I have pretty much done one of my essays. Apart from the fact that there is still one more paragraph I want to write and simply am not doing, and it is 3,700 words and counting and should only be 3,000, and I haven't done all of my footnotes yet, which are also counted in the wordcount. And I'm not sure I've actually said anything of particular use or question-answering-ness. But it is mostly done. So I have only 3 more to do now. I think I will be reading this week, and then start writing after Christmas. Yes.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this - a few months back I was moaning about money. I very often moan about money. But this was special because I was £100 overdrawn midmonth and had to ask my parents for extra, and felt very very useless at money keeping and blamed my bills and cinema trips. Except that it turned out it wasn't my fault at all - I had about £110 of payments to O2 (not my network, never has been) on my statement. I am the victim of credit fraud! Had to cancel my card, and they sent me a fraud form which I have to send in with a print-out of my online banking statement for the relevant time period. Except I never used online banking, and when I tried once I'd forgotten my 'memorable word'. And this time it wanted a membership number. I asked for 'help' and resending of my details, and it said it would need to send me a new passcode (the only thing I DID remember), except that it couldn't send me a new passcode, but if my new passcode didn't arrive within five working days I should call the helpline. And now I am confused. I call Barclays I think yes.
My flatmates and I had House Christmas yesterday. I did not go to bed until 4am (the suicide hour! I did not commit suicide. I think I should have a badge). We had a lovely ham, and lovely gravy, and parsnips and yule log and After Eight mints. And my flatmate, who had already bought me a Bad Girls Guide calender weeks before and given it to me because I'd had a shit day, had bought me a beautiful handheld mirror from Oxfam which I'd noticed and mentioned and mourned when it was gone the next day! Am love on her! Also we played Atmosfear and I BEAT THE GATEKEEPER!!! With some cheating I think. But still. Colour me victorious :) And we played charades until long into the night/morning, and I did a very good Napoleon. It was all very good.
Things which make me happy:
- The Philadelphia Story slash! Connor/C.K. Dexter Haven! With drunkeness and you-read-my-book! and everything it always should have been, Jimmy Stewart eeee...
- Blackpool slash! Which made me feel like I know the characters inside-out with a mere this and brief show overview found on virgin.net. And was scaldingly hot besides. Detective Inspector Tennant, omg. I must watch Blackpool now. Must watch.
- I am insanely jealous of all my friends who got to see
Barty Crouch JrDI CarlisleTenth DoctorYOU KNOW WHO cook and be lovely. Omg ::hates:: - I ordered my CD from
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draco_malfoys! :D Which an e-mail to tell me they hadn't got a billing address from Paypal told me will be sent out between today and Monday. Hopefully shipping will be Short and Sweet and I will have it before I go back to Nottingham. - I am reading House of Leaves. I have an icon I think is suiting. I read extracts for my Mythologies module and fell in love and am going to try to read it all this week along with my reading for two other essays so I can write my Rewriting Myth essay on it. I am not sure what this will say, but House of Leaves omg. I love it and fear it. I fear my walls. Like, all the time. The thing about House of Leaves is that it makes you fear your walls whether they shift or not. Time will tell what all this will do to my brain.
- Internet, yay!
- Dad took me to Pizza Hut for dinner, and the waitress got a piece of my pizza on her shirt, and went off to get me 'another slice', and I ended up taking a free pizza home! Even though it was not cooked to beautiful browness, and stone cold by the time I got it home. Still - score!
- I went to see King Kong!
You all know the story, I think. Except for the part where bits from the trailer were not in the film. That was strange and confusing. But it was good. I enjoyed it. It has not leapt onto the list of my favourite films ever, but it was enjoyable, and OMG!, and a spectacle and all, and good acting all round, and I did love Kong quite a lot. Was fairly 'meh' over the whole Ann/Kong thing though - what exactly were we supposed to be rooting for there? It was sweet, and I did like Ann, with her cross-dressing and tumbling and juggling and Vaudeville chic, but it did get a bit laughable sometimes. She taught him to say 'beautiful' with sign language! Oh the in-
That said, onto the most important part of the film - ADRIEN BRODY IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN ALIVE. I want him framed and put on my wall! I want him being filmed in the jungle all the time! In a black coat and tuxedo! Jack Driscoll King of my Heart Forever Yes! Clearly most of Kong's anger at him was feelings of 'Omg! Why didn't I get that one! Rarggh!'. And Carl Denham kidnapped him. And the crew of the ship kept him downstairs with all the hundreds of easily-broken bottles of chloroform. And he blatanly convinced them to go after Ann with him by SLEEPING WITH THEM ALL! And young Jimmy stole his pen because he wanted a piece of him with him always, except that young Jimmy already had a father-son/Big Gay Lover thing going on with Hayes, who leapt in front of Kong to protect him, and told him to 'go with Jack now' and we all know what that means, and Jack held him back from running to his death, and saved him from drowning, and let him cry about Hayes into his chest and yes. The slash was with them ::nods wisely::
But Jack Driscoll. He kept getting knocked out, which made me incredibly happy. And I kept distracting myself by imagining the film with Jack in Ann's place, which also made me incredibly happy, but - distracting. I think probably the natives intended a double sacrifice of him and Ann to Kong, as joint prettiest, which is why they knocked him out instead of just stabbing him like the rest. And just sort of tossed a coin to decide which one to steal from the ship, since they didn't have time for both. I did actually think for a minute that Kong was falling in love with unconscious Jack in the car at the end
I settle for the fact that Jack was the only other person Kong cared enough about to have a reaction to. Sort of.
That said, I'm not entirely sure what they were doing with Jack's character, eternally lovely as he was. He's a 'sensitive, left-wing playwright' - who can beat up dinosaurs. Rachael would like very much to attend the Jack Driscoll School of Writing Plays and Kicking Ass. Also, the bats totally loved him. He was King of the Bats. You will understand when you see it.
And the moral of the story seems to be: If you happen to be taken as a bride/pet for an enormous gorilla on a terrifying, near-deserted island, make sure you can do a cartwheel.
Sigh. There is a community. Which welcomes slash. I watch it with interest. Yes.
::wittily and perceptively comments on all of your recent posts::
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This is the funniest thing I've heard all day, but also the most pertinent and true. *G* He's so pretty when he's all vulnerable and unconscious. LOL.
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What? What is there? A light that will never go out? A monster about to eat you? A million pounds to be won for guessing the end of this sentence?
Victim of credit fruad sucks. Those bastards.
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Bastards indeed. But at least I have the satisfaction of it not being my poor money skills that did the deed. Probably I would be angrier if I didn't have lovely parents that kindly bailed me out. But I do!
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I am a bit jealous of me for getting to see the Tennant one and i was there. You are right to be jealous. He was awe.
Omg house of leaves omg so good yay. Icon very good also good. Dude.
::admiration of your witty comment and a happy comment upon your comment::
I CANNOT CARTWHEEL.
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In much the same way ::is jealousy:: And House of Leaves so omg-GOOD and sleep depriving. I love the icon yes, and want to sit on the chair.
::clever and wink-inducing reply to your comment-comment. The circle of life is complete::
I CANNOT CARTWHEEL.
Then you should PROBABLY STAY AWAY FROM GIANT-APE-INHABITED ISLANDS OF MYSTERY. You will be ripped limb from limb almost certainly.
But omg, you read spoilers! I hope you will either be going to see it soon or have seen it or will not be going to see it! Adrien Brody is so hot!
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On second thoughts, the icon probably does not really suit the house. In that there is light in it. And furniture. And the walls are brown, not ashy-gray. The house would probably actually be quite upset if it saw that icon. An all 'You don't know me at all!!'
But I USE IT ANYWAY! Don't tell the house
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He kept getting knocked out, which made me incredibly happy.
heh. the h/c fangirl in me agrees.
who can beat up dinosaurs. HAHAHAHA love it.
anyway. goodnight !!
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I also can't believe that you are trying to slash him with Kong. Why do you hate me so much? Have I done something to you? Something BAD? Eh? :D Jack needs to be slashed with Carl, and all the sailors, especially the steely-eyed Captain. Who also needs to be slashed with Hayes. I prefer Hayes and Young Lad to not be Doing It, but Young Lad to merely be in love with Hayes in a quiet long-time sort of way, knowing that Hayes will never touch him because he still thinks of him as a kid and wants better for him.
Carl is my LBD for KK slashing. He just works with everyone, I think because he's so fanatic-passionate and selfish and would totally bully anyone into bed with him. Also, did you notice that weird bit where he's at the gala KK opening in NY and looks up and his assistant's smiling down at him from the balcony and they have a moment of charged eye contact and Carl's little face breaks and changes for a moment and then he turns away. And then later Jack says "That's what you have to love about Carl; his unfailing ability to destroy the things he loves" while TALKING TO THE ASSISTANT WITH THE SCAR ON HIS FACE THAT CARL PUT THERE. Omg, Carl totally brings the gay!
But yes. Jack. Jackjackjack. Jack.
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The EYES make it all better. Much much better. And floppy black hair. And YES.
Just because my pairings are fantastical, and you have no imagination! Hmph. Given that it is essentially a film about the love between a tiny blonde woman and huge gorilla, I refuse to feel the shame. Besides, I don't want them to do sex or anything. Just for Kong to be nice to him, and Jack to live in the jungle forever, where his hair contrasts beautifully with his white shirt and the green leaves. He could be like Kong's 'translator'. And Kong could cradle him helplessly when he gets some sort of jungle fever or poison. And yes.
Besides, I have a friend who knows the truth of the pairing, and I DON'T NEED YOU ::turns away, with swirling skirts and whatnot::
Carl is quite good, but also quite a bastard, and too in love with his camera to be in love with people. But eee. He kidnapped Jack. And knows his writing is good in an 'omg it's good/how can I use it in MY film' sort of way. And they clearly drink brandy together. There is some Jack/Captain fic. You should check out
And of course I noticed the bit! How could I have not noticed the bit? Don't I slash everyone? With everything? You have omg no faith in my slash radar. Did YOU notice the bit where Kong is smashing up a theatre and Jack just stands and watches him, breathless with the masculine power/animal beauty, before Kong looks up and is all 'male rival? Better dominate him.' HMMMM???
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, he should live in the jungle in a cage with his typewriter forever. Only ocassionally nipping back to NYC to wear his beautiful black coats and pick up new books he can wander around reading. Yes. :)
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it is essentially a film about the love between a tiny blonde woman and huge gorilla
Hush, you. It is a story about, er, the abuse of trust, and man's inhumanity to nature, and how stupid animals are. Or something. It is definitely not a story about, er, whatever the word is. Bestiality? Miscegenation?
If I liked Kong more, I might like your scary plans more. But Kong is a BIG SENTIMENTALISED ANIMAL. He should be allowed to run free; he should not be allowed to cradle Adrian Brody. Adrian Brody needs a crossover. he is too good for that film.
Oh, he also definitely needs a jungle fever. Just like YOU need ME. You will always need me, baby! No matter how fast you run or how far you go! You can't quit me! YOUUUUU NEEEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *fist brandishing, thunder and lightning, echoing voice etc*
I am sorry for my lack of faith. YOU NOTICE EVERYTHING. Did the assistant bloke get squashed by Kong, or did I mis-see? I want him to LIVE and redeem Carl by the force of his love. Because Carl has REAL FEELINGS for him, the film totally proved it! Ahaha. I like how he is too in love with his camera to be in love with people. I think I have a secret kink for people who are unhurtably selfish.
Jack Jack Jack. he should have a crossover with He-Man and RIDE HIS GREEN TIGER. Or the Phantom. He needs a JUNGLE SUPERHERO FRIEND.
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::puts up umbrella and does not care::
It is true though ::dances::
Adrian Brody needs a crossover. he is too good for that film.
Omg, yes! I thought it but was afraid to say it, because the film gave me Adrien Brody in the jungle, in dirty white vest and king of the bats. And in a cage. And TYPING. But it is true. I am so 'meh' about most everything exept the fancy island and Jack Driscoll and possibly Captain Tiger-Catcher. Dude. Crossovers yes.
::IS QUEEN OF SLASH:: I do not think his assistant got squished. It was him in the theatre at the end, wasn't it? Who we were just talking about? His sound person got speared and his cameraman got eaten, and Preston (assistant) started wishing he had a wife and kids Carl could donate the film proceeds to, but when Kong knocked the log down he got caught in vines and did not have to do the disturbing insect thing. Of which: OMG! :O
I would shout at you for accepting that Carl loves his camera and not that Kong could love Jack, when how could he not, have you looked at him??? But I won't. Unhurtably selfish perhaps. I like vulnerable/crazy. It's all good.
He needs a JUNGLE SUPERHERO FRIEND.
Hee! I was having a conversation with my FRIEND...which I won't repeat...but it ended with my suggesting that Jack should be to the V-Rexes what Ann was to Kong. AND THERE WOULD NOT BE BESTIALITY/MISCEGENATION/OTHER BIG WORDS. But he would ride them around. And possibly have Romeo and Juliet style love with Ann. And the Captain would roll his eyes and send out ANOTHER search party. And THEN we'd have some damn fine action sequences. Oh yes.
::glove on you omg::