02.27.20

so i was watching an *exquisitely* bad supernatural romance last night, and the hero—a very good actor, and the sort of person you'd really dig in to believe if the lines he was delivering were plausible at all—announced in a super-flat voice that he was madly in love, after, oh, three weeks and for the first time in like 1,500 years with the heroine. "same," she more or less said as one would announce that they'd been tagged in an instagram photo of someone's cocktail. this has probably obvious to everyone but me for a very long time, but i feel like i just understood that fictional characters make super-explicit romantic declarations because writers and directors are either not talented enough or too lazy to show them acting on affection for one another the way actual humans do. so people feel less-than when their own lovers don't show up with TO ME YOU ARE PERFECT signs when actually-actually a move like that is just a big failure of art to imitate life. just me? okay. i'm going to keep watching the show, though.

10 comments:

Laramie said...

WHAT IS IT

lauren said...

a discovery of witches. sadly, at least as of the end of season 1, it seems like there will be no vampire yoga (as in the books).

Laramie said...

"a witch denying her own heritage" !!



😂

lauren said...

"HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST I BECAME A TENURED FEMALE PROFESSOR AT YALE BEFORE THE AGE OF THIRTY WITHOUT THE USE OF MY EXTREMELY POWERFUL NEED-RELATED MAGIC."

unrelated but related to magic, i suppose: 12 years after i queued at dawn for a CdG x H&M moto jacket, it's officially been loved to death and i found and bought another - in (supposedly) near-new condition on ebay. best collaboration ever.

Laramie said...

FUCK YEAHHHHHH

Laramie said...

p.s. can't stop thinking about you thinking about leaving new york. are you still thinking about it??

lauren said...

yes. we should have a long debrief, but the short latest version is: portland was lovely, nearly all the reasons we had for relocating are still valid, and yeah, it's still going to take a LOT longer than we thought to move there, from both financial and (cough) emotional perspectives. also hey housing values in NYC, not looking as amazing as they did six months ago...

Hannah Mae said...

I saw the opera Don Carlo - which features, alongside the pro forma heterosexual romance, a very intense homoerotic subplot between the tenor and the bass - the literal day after the Pulse massacre. The house was packed with angry mourners and we were primed to cry - and later, we did - but when the title character and the lady love interest first showed up on the same stage and fifteen seconds later he declared "my name is Carlo, and I love you!" - we laughed. Inadvertantly, I swear! We couldn't help it.

lauren said...

Bless your heart, opera. We saw what turned out to be one of the Met's final performances a weekend ago: AGRIPPINA, which is short on love and long on fiddling while the world burns, as it were. God I'm glad you had a laugh that day, and I love you, Hannah Mae.

Hannah Mae said...

Oh the bliss that we did not know we had! The bliss of early March 2020! I keep thinking that we should be writing all of this down but how to describe such strange formlessness? Here's an eraser; draw the fog.

And I'm so pleased that my fretful post-bedtime search for that ONE LAST PIECE OF INTERNET that will surely finally satisfy me led me to check on this comment thread because ta-da, I had missed your reply, and now am soothed and can go to bed. Good night <3 <3 <3