Month: June 2014

11

I have extolled the virtues and beauty of 9 and 10 and I feel the need to explain my problem with the 11th Doctor. “Doctor Who?” you ask. Maybe skip this post. Or call me out for making basically the same terrible joke for a 3rd post.

My issue with 11 is not the actor. I think he is decent looking, even if sometimes I think he might look like Frankenstein’s monster. There is even a moment that makes me think that he is on of the better actors the show has cast.

I’m talking about: Season 7, Episode 5 “The Angels Take Manhattan”, Time 23:00 (skip Rory parts)- 25:00 (spoilers below)

He does his little kid impression because he is happy that River was able to change the story. He grabs her hand and we all see that her wrist is indeed broken. He asks why she lied.

“When one is in love with an ageless god who insists on the face of a 12-year-old one does one’s best to hide the aging process,” or something like that is her answer.

“It must hurt.”

“It does.” And then she adds that the wrist hurts too. Watch his face through this and for the next bit. I cannot fully explain what it is about this scene so I won’t go on and on trying to explain, but something in these minutes make me think, “Wow, this man can act.”

So you might ask, “Prisma, if it isn’t the actor what could you possibly not like about the 11th.” Continue reading →

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10

So I may practically worship 9 but I see the power in 10. The Doctor that is. “Doctor who?” you ask. This post is probably not for you.

As a stand alone performance the 10th Doctor is pretty strong, not as strong as 9 as a stand alone though and 10 has the benefit of many more episodes and stronger writing, in my opinion. The true value of 10 I feel is in acting the relief to the final strong moments 9 showed.

Where 9 was full of content smiles and a very few moments of pure extreme emotion 10 lives his entire life through swinging emotions.

He is spontaneous and erratic and his emotions mirror that through rapid and extreme changes. When he is happy he practically bounces with energy. When he is angry he can yell, which is intimidating, or her can glare, which is chillingly scary. He can crack jokes while taking a life threatening situation in stride. But if he gets mad he gets cold. He can bring down a PM with 6 words. He isn’t keen on second chances once his favour is lost. Continue reading →

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9

I think I mentioned in another post that a lot of people seem to list them 11, 10, and I don’t really have a 3rd favorite. I think they miss the beauty of the 9th.

If you are confused let me clarify. This is a post about my appreciation of the 9th Doctor. “Doctor who?” you might ask. This post might not be for you.

11 is pretty. 10 has a huge emotional range. But 9, for all his cowardice, lives for others even when he doesn’t want to and even when they don’t deserve him.

I won’t go on and on about each episode or the arc as a whole (because frankly I think the “Bad Wolf” theme was poorly executed, especially in the final episode). I could explore the line, “Just this once everybody lives,” or his last words, “You were brilliant. And you know what? So was I,” but instead I want to focus on the moment of acting that speaks to who the Doctor is, what he thinks is important, and what he is willing to do to protect it. Warning, spoilers big time below. Continue reading →

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On Writing About What Makes You You

I was exposed to the genre of Memoir a few years back and it has added to my severely jaded opinion of the modern trends in best sellers. I am firmly against writing about yourself directly. I am even more against being told that stories about self-discovery, about identity, and about the simple truths of normal life are must reads. You might think the self you discovered is unique but I promise you that you are not unique enough and it is incredibly vain of you to look at the massive existence of humanity and think your coming of age is worth my attention. Your story about embracing who you are is just as bad. And the simple truths of normal life are that normal life in the end is forgettable and boring. Continue reading →

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The Fault In Our Stars

Just in case you a waiting for me to see and review this move I want to let you know:

I will not be seeing this movie. It looks terrible. If movies were people this would be the try-hard who keeps the class until the bell because they actually have questions when the teacher says, “Unless there are any questions you are free to go.”

They have the same hair color and almost the same haircut and that weirds me out.

I have a feeling about this movie that I have had before about:

  • Precious
  • Slumdog Millionaire
  • Little Miss Sunshine

I watched those and many others despite my gut feelings and I hated every minute of them (except the Bollywood dance scene at the end). When all I want is an hour or two to escape from the real world these movies suffocate me with heavy, self-satisfied plots. I can see the writers looking at the finished scripts smugly thinking to themselves, “This is amazing. I am so brilliant and deep.”

If you like movies that try their hardest to make you feel bad about humanity, make you regret your life, and make you think that you will become a better person just from understanding the messages in the movie…please feel free to go see it. I won’t judge you for it as long as you don’t consider me an uncultured, mainstream, waste of humanity for staying away from this movie and you until you get over it.

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