Saturday, August 16, 2003

League of Extraordinary Gentlemen


I have issues with Hollywood, big issues.


Why the devil was Mina (Peta Wilson) relegated to bit parts when Alan Moore made her the leader of the League? She's tough as nails, acerbic and can hold her own against anything. I don't buy the crap that people won't believe the movie if Sean Connery takes orders from women, what the frell propaganda is that?

And adding an American in a story that had no place for them simply because the producers are unsure if the American audience will watch a movie without an American character. Whu?

Just looking at Tom Sawyer's (Shane West) oily hair, guns-ablazing attitude, plus everytime he opens his mouth I just can't help grimacing because he clearly has no place in the League. There's no dynamic, no motivation why an American secret agent is in a british funded group in the first place. *sigh* I liked Shane West before this but now... *sigh*

Stuart Townsend on the other hand, isn't he a surprise, I expected to dislike him but his understated, subtle performance won me over and damn Dorian Gray (Townsend) and Mina have some chemistry.

The only good thing in making Mina into a vampire is to prove Peta is a very convincing, scary vampire but at least they should stick to rules of Vampirism. No reflection, no sunlight.

The other chararcters were largely ignored much to my dismay but at least they sorta tackled Jekyll/Hyde issue.


5 good things about the movie in no particualr order

1) Dorian Gray
2) Mina (vampire)
3) Nautilus (I'm gonna buy me a submarine!)
4) Jekyll/Hyde
5) Tom Sawyer's death... oh, wait he didn't die damn.



Friday, August 15, 2003

Kapow!

Okay, I can't help it, it just keeps on playing in my head. It's annoying and intriguing and I may as well frell it up in all character views and plots but here's a snippet, I'll be writing it here just in the blog and lets see where it goes.

It's Farscape crossover.

Nota bene: The Sailor Moon Future fiction is still on-going I'm just gonna wait for some Microsoft Word to install it. I hate Word pad.

It was going to be a good day, John decided looking up at the multi-colored sky. A very good day. Sure, he just got-up from a Luxan induced coma but what the hell, right?

He loved Aeryn.

He fought the urge to grin like an idiot, and followed Chiana to the gaudy store. The Nebari kept glancing at him, a sort of watchful gaze that reminded him so much of his sister, at the same time not.

"This is place is worse than tacky."

"But with lots of things to-- Crichton?" Chiana broke off seeing the startled expression on his face. Her hand flew to her weapon, there seemed to be no immediate danger but the human kept looking left to right. "What's wrong?"

A frown creased his brow. "I don't know... wormholes, I think."

"Wormholes?"

John nodded, he paused, and without saying anything he started running, past the stalls, the rank garbage then in front of a tall structure. Chiana almost bumped into him.

"My God!" He whispered, reverent. Chiana looked-up herself and gasped, so did other people. All movement siezed on that moment that day. A huge swirling mass of nothing tore in the sky, growing in size, eating the multi-colored sky into its darkness.

"What the frell is that?!"

"I don't know but I'm gonna find out." Just as before he sped-up, Chiana cursed torn between fear and... fear, for John.


"John!" D'argo called over the comms, "get back to the transport pod, Pilot's reading--"

"Wormhole, Big D, right here and I'm staring at it." John said, staring-up at the glass ceiling of the carrier platform.

"You are doing no such thing, get your--" the comms fizzed, garbling D'argo's words until nothing could be heard.

John didn't bother, nor could he care at that point, the wormhole yawned over him, and existed against all laws of physics above the building. It was beautiful and terrifying and deeply unnatural. It felt different from other wormholes, it was like a splitting in him keening in pitch level its existence.

It was unstable, shooting off rods of lightning, opening new rents John should run but he was rooted to the spot. It was the end of the world, of this world it would seem.

Over head even the transports wavered at the majestic abberation, then as one they flew away. Suddenly out of the blue, a streak of something shot through the wormhole. John blinked, unsure of what he saw.

Then just as it had appeared the wormhole shrank into nothing.

What the hell?

Curiousity got the better of John, he raced to the fallen object, pausing only once to grab a rusted metal from the ground as shield. Cautiously he dropped to his knees and peered at the overturned boxes and materials he could not name and paused, surprised at the figure hidden below, arms and legs akimbo.

It was not possible, but hell there she was. A girl not a day over 20, naked as the day she was born.



"Another stray?" Chiana demanded, peering at him in her angular way.

They were now in Zhaan's lab, the girl blond haired and small was wrapped with blankets. Jool was examining the girl for once ignoring Chiana.

"Yeah, another one, Pip. Come from the great beyond and I came to collect."

"About that wormhole, shouldn't that not happen?" D'argo said, finally speaking. He'd been tight lipped and silent ever since they got back. Obviously fighting for calm against his infamous Hyper rage. John was thankful for that.

"We're on the same page, Big D." His eyes were intent on the girl, his thumb unconciously scraping his lip. "No solar flares, no nothing without warning wormholes start popping out of the sky, and dropping the virgin Mary easy as you please."

He moved, rousing himself from his position. "Pilot, are there any records of sudden wormhole appearances in Centi?"

"No commander, there are no records."

John frowned. It made no sense--

"Aaah!"

D'argo sailed overhead and landed on the wall with a dull thud. John whipped around, his pulse pistol already on hand to find the girl crouched in the corner, one hand dragging the blanket to cover her.

She was looking at him with green-eyed wariness, then her eyes swept the room like a trained soldier.

"Where am I? What did you do to me?" Panic rolled around her words but John stopped at Where feeling it echo in his mind. He must be going crazy or he got hit on the head, that was it. Because there was no frelling way the girl spoke english. Nu-uh, not here, not in this part of the universe, the Scarrans or even Scorpy must be playing in his head again.

'I'm afraid not, John.' Harvey said, appearing beside the girl wearing a lab gown. There's no mind games.

'Thanks, Harv.'

The Neural Clone shrugged and gave a theatrical bow before disappearing.

"Say that again." John demanded.

"Say what again?"

Three words, english. "I'll be damned."

"You will be if you don't put down that gun!" She snarled.

D'argo was rumbling around in the corner, Chiana stirred and helped the Luxan.

"Crichton, she's human." Jool says unneccesarily.

"I know." He answers, softly, not to startle the girl.

"How the frell did she end up in that wormhole?" D'argo asks, glaring at the girl.

"I don't know."

The girl didn't take kindly to being ignored. "If you don't start answering my questions I'm gonna drop kick you, gun or no gun!"

John considered aiming a snappy retort at her but the situation was bizarre enough and so he opted for the truth. "Your on Moya, she's a Leviathan. I found you on top of a building and we didn't do anything to you."

"Could've fooled me with my lack of clothes."

"I found you that way... you fell out of the wormhole."

The girl muttered something then looked at the others. "Who are they?"

"The big guy with the tentacles is D'argo, the white-skinned chic is Chiana, the girl with the long hair is Jool. I'm John Crichton." Then he arched a brow at her, leaking out his good ol' southern charm. "And you are?"

There was hesitation in her eyes, John remembers once reading an old fairy tale that names were power. He wonders if she thinks that. But the girl straightens, looking him in the eye and says:

"Buffy. Buffy Summers."

Thursday, August 14, 2003

Ah! Curse your sudden, but inevitable betrayal!

Aiyah! I should have known better than to download Joss Whedon's recent foray in television, I forgot how brilliantly he executes dialogue and creates lovable but complex characters.

One episode and I'm hooked, I'm his willing slave open to his suggestions because who could not love a scarred but sarcastically witty Mal Reynolds?

I tell you it's hard not to be a fan.

Who can resist plot? A story that really matters about a bunch of normal people, who make history.

Firefly starts out in thousands of years in the future during a civil war, in Serenity valley where Sgt. Mal Reynolds is trying to hold the ground against the Alliance, he's an idealist, a religous man and fighting for a cause he truly believes in. He's keeping it together despite losing men left and right.

But the reinforcements he was counting on didn't come. Command would not let them come. They were alone in the valley with orders to surrender. Disbelief and shock runs across Mals face and he stands-up, looks across the valley, the dead men, the shattered land and sees the enemy ships landing.

He is frozen, a man witness to his own losses and betrayed by his faith.

It's enough for any man to lose faith in everything he believes in, and he does, six years own, the captain of his own ship. He assembles his crew, an ordinary man out to earn a living. He'll take any job as long as he can keep flying.


**"When I pitched the show, I said it was about nine people living in the blackness of space and seeing nine different things. That's what I'm fascinated by, how they all react. They must make decisions that are horrific to people who aren't fighting for their lives every day. It's about a group of people who are living hand-to-mouth, and are heroes, day-to-day." - Joss Whedon

I get the sense that Joss is tired writing about teenagers, and it shows in his lack of interest (well, not really lack but the love ain't there anymore) he has for Buffy the Vampire Slayer as compared to how lovingly crafts Firefly's world.

These are about grown-up issues, issues that they could not craft as well in BtVS because, primarily, BtVS is a metaphor for highschool and when they left that scenario they started floundering because the central theme of Btvs is not about being grim and growing-up, it's more about hope and laughter against seemingly impossible odds.

Firefly on the otherhand, if one follows Joss Whedon's line-up rather than stupid Fox's meddling, begins with the loss of hope, breaking Mal Reynolds away from his boyish idealism and forcing in the cold hard truth that life is not fair.


We're all lost in the woods, even the captain

It's said the most bitter cynic was once a great romantic, it's true no matter what facade a cynical person wears they are at heart really idealist and romantics.

Mal was once believed in God but the War and the brutal defeat in Serenity valley erased all traces of the gentle, idealistic Mal. Or, so it would seem to himself his crew knows otherwise.

He acts ornery, tetchy and proclaims that he's a bad man, no doubt he's capable of anything to protect his crew but his denials that he's not a good man only serve to emphasize his actions better.

He's certainly no Angel (pun intended) and he's no Slayer.


Despite sharing the same creator Buffy and Angel's universe is truly different from Firefly 'verse, not only in the case of demons but in philosophy. Buffy can never understand the necessity of the things Mal and his crew has to do to survive, but given the situation she might be able to understand but with severe repurcussions to her belief system because she never believed in killing another human.

Angel might understand better the necessities of survival but he won't stand for it until the last possible moments. Possibly those who can understand this necessity are Giles and Wesley. They know how a war works, the things that can happen to a man that can darken a soul.

Mal and Zoe lived through it, they can do it again if they have to, Simon's definetly(sp?) tapping his dark side in order to protect his sister, River is obviously capable of anything, Book is not just a Shepard he has a darkside and he's not telling. The only two innocents are Kaylee and Wash.

Wash just wants to love his wife, fly his plane and earn his keep, Kaylee can live her life in the engine room though she's deathly afraid of violence it won't stop her from helping and Inara can very well kick ass and still look good in a mature not Buffy way.

Tell me, how can anyone not love this show?

Answer: Morons like Fox executives.


**From Firefly.net