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Mostly Consisting of Television Reactions

On occasion, we of the human race have nights where DESPITE the knowledge that we shall be sleep-addled lunatic zombies in the morning, we find ourselves wide awake and needing to watch some YouTube vids (probably Emma Stone interviews, because that girl sparkles).

I took the day off from work yesterday, and thus it was a day of auditioning, library visits, pancake-eating, and Luther-watching. Which ended roundabout 1:30 AM. THIS BEING THE CASE, I have some strong television opinions I will now be sharing.


The OUAT season 3 finale has happened. And all I can say is





It was a flaming pile of fail, and for something (acknowledged by me and many others who watch it as Not a Good Show) that one's invested so much energy in to act THAT way, it's like if you told everyone how much you love this one kind of soup. And how awesome the soup is and you're really looking forward to eating it. And you go to the restaurant and the chef makes the soup and brings it out, but then spits in it to show you he hates you and then throws it against the wall while laughing.

That's what the Once Upon a Time finale was like.

Jenny messaged me last week to tell me to watch Penny Dreadful, not FIVE MINUTES after I'd seen a Tumblr gifset of it that I very much enjoyed. Eva Green! Helen McCrory! Victorian England! And who doesn't love a Timothy Dalton full of gravitas and wearing a gentlemanly hat.

The first episode is free to watch on Showtime's website, and I consider it excellent. Really, really graphic, but a graphic I could handle. And bonus, first episode had no ladyboobs, but totally had dudes' business out there for all the world to see. I applaud you, show. Level the playing field, as it were. 

The plot is basically "Let's take monsters from late Victorian literature and put them in a show that has a deeper message about people accepting their true selves." And apparently they want me to ship Eva Green with Dorian Gray, which I have no problem doing.

Yes, you are both sufficiently attractive

And then there's Luther, which I've been hearing about since I regularly posted on LiveJournal, and which my roommate and I watched four episodes of last night. Luther/Alice, I am fond of you.


I thought this show was a comedy until I watched it
and nooooo, it is not a comedy

So I'll just be over here, recovering from my Swan Queen feels and comparing them to Harry/Draco in my head (THE PARALLELS ARE THERE). Now excuse me as I weep in a corner.


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