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meddowI baked biscuits and I ate one. Twenty-four hours later, I’m still alive. Yayness!
So I watched GoF for the second time ever (in my defence I do in fact know I suck). I know I’ve said on the record that David Tennant was the thing I hated most about that movie. But after watching nearly all of the latest season of Dr. Who, he’s kind of grown on me (I sill love Nine far more).
But no. David Tennant is the worst thing about that movie and I’ve figured out exactly why. I can put up with the Bellatrix characterisation, since it would be weird to introduce Bellatrix and have her do nothing and though I really hated that they gave the fact that Barty Crouch was the guy behind it all in the first five minutes (I’ve read a few detective novels in my time and watch a lot of cop shows and crime movies and that twist is still OMG the most awesome unexpected twist ever), but since I’ve banned everyone I know has not read the books from seeing the movie I can live with it. And neither of those things are David Tennant fault anyway, it’s the writing.
No, it’s something far worse than those two quibbles. It’s the tongue-lip-flick thing that he kept on doing. For me it’s the visual equivalent of fingernails down a blackboard. And WTF is with that? It’s not in canon. Is he supposed to want to be a snake? WTF?!
So yes, David Tennant is still the worst thing about that movie. Overall though, I still really like the movie.
Meanwhile my computer finally turned on me and ate half of a fic I’ve been working on. I wrote 500 words last night and this morning it was just gone. I have no idea how either because I always save before closing a document. I must have not. Still, this is my Norrington fic of doom that took me forever to get an idea for. Samuel Taylor Coleridge eventually came to my rescue – that book of 18th century verse I bought last year is the best $2.50 I ever spent.
So I watched GoF for the second time ever (in my defence I do in fact know I suck). I know I’ve said on the record that David Tennant was the thing I hated most about that movie. But after watching nearly all of the latest season of Dr. Who, he’s kind of grown on me (I sill love Nine far more).
But no. David Tennant is the worst thing about that movie and I’ve figured out exactly why. I can put up with the Bellatrix characterisation, since it would be weird to introduce Bellatrix and have her do nothing and though I really hated that they gave the fact that Barty Crouch was the guy behind it all in the first five minutes (I’ve read a few detective novels in my time and watch a lot of cop shows and crime movies and that twist is still OMG the most awesome unexpected twist ever), but since I’ve banned everyone I know has not read the books from seeing the movie I can live with it. And neither of those things are David Tennant fault anyway, it’s the writing.
No, it’s something far worse than those two quibbles. It’s the tongue-lip-flick thing that he kept on doing. For me it’s the visual equivalent of fingernails down a blackboard. And WTF is with that? It’s not in canon. Is he supposed to want to be a snake? WTF?!
So yes, David Tennant is still the worst thing about that movie. Overall though, I still really like the movie.
Meanwhile my computer finally turned on me and ate half of a fic I’ve been working on. I wrote 500 words last night and this morning it was just gone. I have no idea how either because I always save before closing a document. I must have not. Still, this is my Norrington fic of doom that took me forever to get an idea for. Samuel Taylor Coleridge eventually came to my rescue – that book of 18th century verse I bought last year is the best $2.50 I ever spent.
