At the climax of Le Petit Prince, our young protagonist tells a garden full of roses just like the precious one he has on his comet, “Vous êtes belles, mais vous êtes vides” – “You are beautiful, but you are empty.” This is the sentiment that filled my mind watching…
(But first, parts of this made me smile. Warning: language, sexual and politically loaded themes) When I think of the differences between point-of-view in written media, like books, and visual media, like TV and movies, I tend to focus on person – what’s the cinematic equivalent of a story written…
Disclaimer: any time a familiar story chooses to do an installment from the point of view of a character not the protagonist, I immediately and involuntarily compare it to the Pinky’s POV episode of Pinky and the Brain. You’ve been warned. *sigh* It’s about House again. Sort of. One of…
“What? What? No. No, it can’t be! You’re coming back to life? No, I killed you. I killed you all! You’re dead!” – Ash, Evil Dead: the Musical Early in the morning of the first day of Reading Week, I woke up to find something moving around on my sheets.…
First, a disclaimer: you can tell this issue matters to me because I’ve managed to get myself sufficiently interested to blog about it by remembering an episode of House that aired way back in November (“Ignorance is Bliss”, to be precise). On the other hand, I did just have a…
So often what I post on this blog is a critique of the stories I’m obsessed with, explorations of why points they bring up or moves they make drive me nuts. Most of the time, I say what I like about them, too, but some of the stories I mention…
Why am I blogging about this? To be honest, I don’t know. I guess it’s always good to identify one’s own shortcomings so as to be able to work around them or improve them. I guess, more to the point, I don’t have anything else to write about this week.
Yes, it’s that time again. The time when I’ve been reading and watching lots of things but none of them have inspired me to a rant. So I’ve written short reviews instead. In retrospect, I think this is closely related to my decision to put off watching the rest of…
Or, perhaps, a few least not-favourite female characters. See, I tend to have this love-hate relationship with female characters. I want to like them – I really, really want to like them, often because they’re one of only a handful of women or girls in their story (sometimes, seemingly, in…
Or, “You Can’t Go Holmes Again”? Let’s face it, between Sherlock and his more modern incarnations like Dr. House, there’s a lot of scope for puns when discussing the Master. Anyhow, so I saw Sherlock Holmes over the holidays. Did I like it? Yeah, overall, it was great. But wait,…