Oh dear

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. What extraordinary pants!

Don't get me wrong I enjoyed going to see it. Bad films make for great conversation. But I would have liked this to be good, because it's the second time I've seen a Victorian fantasy/steampunk film fail (the first was Wild Wild West) and it is a favourite genre of mine in roleplay at least.

I don't quite understand why comic strips so seldom translate well into film. One would have thought the opposite - both are story boards, one moves and one doesn't. That's over-simplistic, but I know what I mean. In comics, a great concept or even great writing, often has to rely on art to sell it. They won't buy if they don't like the pictures! The same doesn't quite translate for beautiful direction. A film can look great and still be weak...as this one was. But then, a film can be a success despite bad scripting, wooden acting and no plot. Quite how the magic works is beyond me. Still, it was fun to go and poke holes.

The brief came from Wheels And Deals for his, well, his almost-a-freeform I guess. I read the cast list and paused almost out of habit at one name. After so much hassle, trying to convince myself it's OK and doesn't matter, I am astonished by the revelation that it's true! And I know why, though it's no credit to me;

After trying forgiveness, forgetfulness,trying to see both sides of the matter, working through anger, bloodymindedness, bitchiness and sheer sentiment, there is only one real cure for removing an obsession from my consciousness and that is to replace it with a bigger one. The new toy has chased everything else out of my head. Hurrah for Smokingboot, saved by her hidden shallows!

The brief is very interesting indeed, extremely well thought out about a genre that really captures me. I find it intensely creative. I haven't given WAD anything like enough credit. He's always been resourceful, but this is really way beyond that, this is special. I am almost afraid to play it in case it's not as good as it feels on paper. But that is totally stupid. It's going to be fantastic!

My plan was to read the brief this evening, but my love has come home, very ill *sigh*
He was going to go to an event this weekend. So was I, but I cancelled in order to work. But it's hard to work with an ill person in the house. He's ill an awful lot, always with respitary problems. I swear, if I don't stand over him, like the angel of Really Bad Times, echinacea in one hand and spoon in another, he doesn't do a damned thing about it. He just suffers, drags himself to work looking like a corpse, comes home and collapses. He'll go to the doctor...if I nag him unremittingly for three days and provided he's feeling well enough. Of course, by then, the problem is over and the GP has bugger all to say to him. So all we do is wait for the next time, and what with Winter coming, it seldom takes long. Whoopee.

Poor hon. I may as well go downstairs and look after him. I may not be a good nurse, but at least I can give him a big hug and point him at the rugby.