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hackthis_archive) wrote2009-08-09 09:24 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2009-08-09 09:24 am
DOOD.
I think to read this LJ is to know that I have a very strong aversion to spoilers of any kind. Since most of my fandoms are very small, or, in fact, closed (GK), I don't have to deal with being spoiled too often. However. Today, I was spoiled for S2 of Southland by Michael Cudlitz, who plays John Cooper.
HOLY SHIT, COOPER'S GOING TO COME OUT TO BEN?!
AND DEWEY ALREADY KNOWS?!
I have to go have a drink on this one.
Jesus fuck can it be September 25th already or what? Why is he taunting the baby![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hackthis like this? I can just see this scene. Oh my god I want to write it so bad I could plotz. And no, I am totally not taking the angsty route. I'll leave that to the producers. This is going to be comedy gold where he comes out, and Ben just thinks John's fucking with him, trying to make him uncomfortable with hazing. And Ben's like, fine whatever, I admit it, I date guys! I said it, go ahead and give me shit. And John's a little startled, like, right, Short Stuff, whatever. And then Ben's all, if you have a problem with me being bi just say so and John's brain is like "it would be wrong to fuck with him. this could go badly" and then he puts the moves (wow, "moves" showing my age huh?) on him and Ben's like hooray! And John's like, wow, that backfired hardcore. Go team me.
I also saw The Hurt Locker this weekend.
So, first the shallow stuff:
The fact that Katheryn Bigelow, who directed this film, is 57 and looks like a fucking supermodel at 35? Can I do that when I'm 57?
She's got legs that would make Christy Turlington cry.
Now, on to deeper things.
Where could a girl find James/Sanborn/Eldridge fic? No, like, really, I think I'm going to have to ask for that for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide, because that? That was some wild shit.
Actually, no, the Sanborn/James thing was some insane stuff. That fight scene in James' quarters, when they were punching each other totally made me think ofsvilleficrecs when she asked me to write Brad and Nate fighting, but frankly, if Brad and Nate started fighting like Sanborn and James? Uh, that would lead to relationship meltdown, b/c when James SAT on Sanborn and he went apeshit? Whoa. Oh, and the fact that Sanborn decked a superior officer?!
WHAT?!
Insanity.
And the cameos by Guy Pearce and Ralph Finnes? Nice.
Seriously, though, if everybody involved doesn't get nominated for something there is no justice... which there isn't anyway. I would've loved more character time, but you know it was 130 miuntes not a seven part miniseries.
That part where Eldridge got kidnapped, because James wanted to play cowboy did make me think a lot about Encino Man and how people in charge totally just abuse the hell out of their subordinates sometimes. Except I really liked James, but damn was he a dick.
I'm sure I have other thinking thoughts. I'm tired right now though and want to go back to watching my pretentious French films.
Oh, if you're interested in really just killing yourself with war angst, also go see Waltz with Bashir, which is about a Lebanese massacre in the early 1980s. I'd, uh, have some Prozac on hand if you try to make this a double feature.
HOLY SHIT, COOPER'S GOING TO COME OUT TO BEN?!
AND DEWEY ALREADY KNOWS?!
I have to go have a drink on this one.
Jesus fuck can it be September 25th already or what? Why is he taunting the baby
hackthis like this? I can just see this scene. Oh my god I want to write it so bad I could plotz. And no, I am totally not taking the angsty route. I'll leave that to the producers. This is going to be comedy gold where he comes out, and Ben just thinks John's fucking with him, trying to make him uncomfortable with hazing. And Ben's like, fine whatever, I admit it, I date guys! I said it, go ahead and give me shit. And John's a little startled, like, right, Short Stuff, whatever. And then Ben's all, if you have a problem with me being bi just say so and John's brain is like "it would be wrong to fuck with him. this could go badly" and then he puts the moves (wow, "moves" showing my age huh?) on him and Ben's like hooray! And John's like, wow, that backfired hardcore. Go team me.I also saw The Hurt Locker this weekend.
So, first the shallow stuff:
The fact that Katheryn Bigelow, who directed this film, is 57 and looks like a fucking supermodel at 35? Can I do that when I'm 57?
She's got legs that would make Christy Turlington cry.
Now, on to deeper things.
Where could a girl find James/Sanborn/Eldridge fic? No, like, really, I think I'm going to have to ask for that for
yuletide, because that? That was some wild shit.Actually, no, the Sanborn/James thing was some insane stuff. That fight scene in James' quarters, when they were punching each other totally made me think of
svilleficrecs when she asked me to write Brad and Nate fighting, but frankly, if Brad and Nate started fighting like Sanborn and James? Uh, that would lead to relationship meltdown, b/c when James SAT on Sanborn and he went apeshit? Whoa. Oh, and the fact that Sanborn decked a superior officer?!WHAT?!
Insanity.
And the cameos by Guy Pearce and Ralph Finnes? Nice.
Seriously, though, if everybody involved doesn't get nominated for something there is no justice... which there isn't anyway. I would've loved more character time, but you know it was 130 miuntes not a seven part miniseries.
That part where Eldridge got kidnapped, because James wanted to play cowboy did make me think a lot about Encino Man and how people in charge totally just abuse the hell out of their subordinates sometimes. Except I really liked James, but damn was he a dick.
I'm sure I have other thinking thoughts. I'm tired right now though and want to go back to watching my pretentious French films.
Oh, if you're interested in really just killing yourself with war angst, also go see Waltz with Bashir, which is about a Lebanese massacre in the early 1980s. I'd, uh, have some Prozac on hand if you try to make this a double feature.
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And yeah, the fight between whats his name and whats his name was definitely not the sort Brad and Nate would have, even though it had some of the same vibe.
What I *Really* want to see is some Yuletide or whatever where Brad and crazy bomb diffuser guy meet and hit it off and Brad convinces him to let him tag along on some crazy bomb difusing run or two. Defusing? IDK. You know what I mean.
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Dude, when it was over I was practically horizontal in my chair like Whoa. And the fight between Sanborn and James sort of started out playful, which totally made me think of you FYI. You know, let's see who can hit who harder. And then it just degenerated and I was like, "oh, SHIT."
What I *Really* want to see is some Yuletide or whatever where Brad and crazy bomb diffuser guy meet and hit it off and Brad convinces him to let him tag along on some crazy bomb difusing run or two. Defusing? IDK. You know what I mean.
We're calling it 'defusing' now? Riiiiiight. Jeremy Renner was awesomesauce though, I was so proud. That bit where they were in the desert watching that sniper house all day, and the dirt was caked on their skin and there were flies landing on them and then Eldridge gave them a juice pack and the first thing James did was share it with Sanborn? That's one hell of a dynamic. A very *twisted* dynamic.
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I enjoyed the long scenes in the movie. I'll have to rewatch, but when I think back, it seemed like there were less scenes but longer ones.
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That whole scene made me go "whoa."
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"Nate, you're over-reacting. There's this suit."
"Shut the fuck up, Brad." Nate yelled and the dog barked supportively. "First of all, there's one suit. Who's going to get to wear it? Not the fucking jarhead just along for a sight-seeing trip, I bet. Secondly, have you ever looked at their casualty rates? Highest in the Army. There wouldn't be enough of you left for them to send home to bury."
Brad glared at the dog and then at Nate. Neither of them looked happy with him, either. "I'm a trained professional, I assess the situation, and I proceed with caution. I've never done something stupid, like carelessly jump out of my victor into a firefight."
"That was ten fucking years ago! And I didn't make the conscious decision to stand over a bomb and watch them pull out wires." Nate took a deep breath, and Brad thought maybe the worst of it was over. He should have known better. "You can assess this situation from the couch tonight." He turned on his heel, marched to the bedroom, and slammed the door.
Brad looked at the dog. "That could have been worse. And since you were so helpful, you can stay the fuck off my pillow tonight - I picked up a little something about how to blow shit up, too, along the way."
ETA: Sorry for the multiple edits, I'm out of practice.