ink_splotch: (maybe the best place on earth [london])
My Trip to London in List Form: (with spoilers for Torchwood 1x06 and We Will Rock You) )

In other news: Home. Tired. Still happy about life. I'm actually just kind of surfing on some kind of high, so that even now, when I'm tired and a little cranky and worried about Cathrine, who's sick, I find myself grinning randomly to myself. It must be Christmas coming.

Which is why tomorrow, there will be tinsel. And it will be tacky. And so damn good1.

1. Other people rebel against their parents with sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. I rebel against my mother by decorating with tinsel. Bad ass, that's me.
ink_splotch: (you're an odd girl [Jane Eyre])
It would seem that I've been corrupted - or rather, it would seem that I have finally banished my obstinate 15-year-old self. I confess: I adore Jane Eyre and am hard pressed to put it down again. I started it last night after finishing Turn of the Screw - with which I was rather unimpressed, I'm saddened to admit; it worked on some levels as a ghost story, but felt rather...incomplete, perhaps? Though demon children are never amiss in a novel, to be sure - and, returning to the subject of Jane Eyre, I've been unable to stop thinking about it. How could I hate it? I recall thinking Jane sanctimonious and dull; why didn't I see that, far from that, she's complex and interesting and basically strong and good in an odd, but deep way. Jane is a deeply sympathetic character to me now; and the romance! How well buildt up it is! It seems obvious - Rochester always just on the brink of admitting his feelings, but holding back. I can't believe I thought the book dispassionate before - was I unable to read English? What kind of idiot was I when I was 15 (one wonders, one truly does, how I managed to ensnare Freya at the time).

This is not to say that the book is without fault. It's not; some of the passages are distinctly clumsy; and one cannot help but think about poor Bertha, but still. So romantic! So well-written (I swear, the langauge has me as ensnared as Jane herself)! I can't help feeling though, that I shouldn't find it as romantic as I do - it feels a bit too much like giving in - but I can't help it. It catches you and keeps you there, for the very first meeting on the moor, right up to when they confess their feelings. And yes, it's dramatic and perhaps overdone, but it just *waves hand incoherently* all the right spots. All the right spots.

(By the by, I am typing this while Jane and Rochester are still happy in their ignorance of Mason's return to England - I'm almost loathe to pick up and start reading again - I want Jane to be happy! But I know I must, because the ending - oh, the ending! also, the matter of having a seminar on the subject on Thursday. But mostly because of the ending)

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Forgive the inelegant segue, but I wanted to post these while the internet is inclined to cooperate, so here we go.

It is sad to note that I can go into sex shops with narry a blush; I can request NC-17 movies without averting my eyes; I can discuss fic and kinks with Sofie in public without much embaressment and yet, when I have to venture into an HMV to buy a Michael Ball CD, I'm half tempted to pay someone to do it for me. But he's cheesy. And he was in Eurovision, dammit. And I shouldn't even like him as Marius, because he's oddly pompous, but he's also sweet and dorky and he blushes when Grantaire flirts with him and I own my shame, okay?

It helps that his version of Tell Me on a Sunday makes me wonderfully pensive and his version of Show Me never ceases to be hilarious (this is possibly mostly because I imagine him doing all of Audrey Hepburn's movements at the same time, and that's just funny). But I also kind of like those two (and Losing My Mind, which is totally the reason I bought the CD in the first place) because they're female songs. Or, rather, they're meant to be sung by women in their respective musicals and somehow them being sung by a man seems - well, not subversive, but pleasing, on some level. Hah! Not only women pine for calm and peaceful break-ups. Or something; I don't know exactly why, but it just pleases me. And now I shall stop babbling and present you with:

Music! )

And now I'll return to Jane. Or possibly bed.

1 I know it's not fact, but the thought makes me happy! Leave me alone!
ink_splotch: (just one of those mornings [oh dear])
Dear Subconcious;
No matter what I may have previously stated, I hate you.

No, really. I'm traumatized. I'm never forgiving you. Not this time, not even if you send me sodding Fried Green Tomatoes dreams again.

No love,

Chris

P.S. No. There is no such thing as West End RPS, nor should there be.

P.P.S. Seriously. What is wrong with you?

P.P.P.S. If this is a sneaky way of getting me to stop listening to the Les Mis Cast Recording, you fail.
ink_splotch: (duty sworn & duty bound [queen])
So, because I haven't been to the movies in ages, I went to see The Queen with Cathrine today in the Leicester Odeon, which was great fun; we Time-Warped at the bus stop. It was quite, quite awesome. Cathrine has a startlingly high-tolerance for my weirdness and let's me sing, dance and *glee* all over the place. It's quite, quite wonderful - she's great fun.

But that is neither here nor there - the point is the movie.

A Review of the Queen: Or how Chris finally found an odder pairing than Jesus/Judas )

Also, TORCHWOOD trailer before the movie! Oh, be still my heart. How cool does that show look? Doctor Who meets Criminal Minds and all lead by Capt'n Jack Harkness. Oh yes please. I went to see Rocky Horror Show Friday (and it was amazing - I even got up and time-warped)and Rocky looked like a bleached John Barrowman, which set off Doctor Who pangs - and all this was made worse by the fact that I invested in Hey Mr. Producer which also stars Barrowman (and his, uh, hips).

Though he is upstaged by JULIE ANDREWS who shouldn't be as hot as she is; Bernadette Peters, glorious as always; Stephen Sondeheim and Andrew Lloyd Webber; Judi Dench, who can *sing*; and the wonderful, the hilarious, the *brilliant* Tom Lehrer, singing Poisoning Pigeons in the Park. I'm quite overcome with glee.

A short RL update: am sick, am slightly stressed, am poor, am at times homesick and lonely, but am overall happy and pleased with life.
ink_splotch: (kissed your lips; broke your heart [jcs])
JEROME PRADON LIVE OMG!!!!!!

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG )


Jesus Christ Superstar )


In other news:
For advent I got 'We Will Rock You' OWEC, which rules. Queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!
Christmas Lunch was so much fun. It was absolutely great and Ina has convinced me that I need to buy PotC just for the Jack & Keira commentary. Yesssssssssss.
Over on Neil Gaiman's journal, there is meta on writing and his title is a Mary Poppins quote. Go check that out.
Sofie gave me books. Yay!!! Sofie has great tastes and is generally the coolest thing ever. *loves*
ink_splotch: (Just breathe by Ogreatitskate)
Stars, in your multitude, scarce to be counted, filling the darkness

It was, as always, amazing. Les Miserable is one of those musicals you can't go wrong with. It's epicness and the genius of it's music make it unforgettable, unruinable.

First: two small, rather slashy notes, that aren't, usually, in the play: Grantaire kissing Marius when he comes in after meeting Cosette (it's is just done in fun, while Grand-R is poking fun at Marius for finally falling in love) and Enjrolas kissing Grantaire on the forehead before they die. Which is a cute throwback to the deathscene in the book.

Jean Valjean was played by Stig Rossen, who I dislike, but his voice is amazing- wonderfully suited for the role, and he did not over-act which he has a tendency to do. Jean Val Jean has been one of my most cherished fictional figures since I was 7 and saw the musical for the first time. His story is so heartbreakingly hopeful, it lifts me and makes me laugh and cry. However, I am fuming over the fact that the left out the part where he tears his yellow pass/id paper. That scene is so vitally important to the play, it seemed a crime to leave it out.

Grantaire was given much more to do in this version than the normal ones, I suppose, because he is so recognisable.

They cut 'Little People' which I find a shame, because it explains a great deal about Gavroche. However, I did love the grief he showed at Eponines death, which was a great hint at the book (they are siblings, but it isn't clarified in the Musical'

Marius/Cosette, bah who cares.

The music for Les Miserable, I will never grow tired of. Especially Javerts songs. Stars and Soloquiy are both stunning.

Ok, I have to run, don't have much time online. Just wanted to get a few thoughts done.

And remember the truth that once was spoken, 'To love another person is to see the face of God'
ink_splotch: (BillClinton!Fangirl by Julie (Cherry007))
I saw Phantom of the Opera today, and that, combined with Cabaret, is the reason for this excessively long rant. Mostly about musicals. Consider yourselves warned.

I liked Phantom of the Opera, but I was struck by something that made the play less than it could have been-the leading couple. Now, this is the same problem I had with Cabaret, so I figured it was time to get my thoughts down, if not on paper, then at least somewhere.
Cue excessively long rant )

My favorite couple, however, has to be Scadamush/Galileo Figaro from We Will Rock You. Dysfunctional and snarky, this is actually the best portrayed couple I've seen in a long while. Scadamush is sarcastic and even after they get together (during 'Who Wants to Live Forever' sung so it makes the hairs raise on the back of your neck) they break up, argue and snark at each other all the time, even though it's evident they love each other. Also, they don't do the 'We're together and as long as we're together, nothing will hurt us' routine that is seen so often in everything. Also, Scadamush is very much an advocate of tough love, keeps tabs on Galileo's sometimes raging ego and sudden self-doubt. They are portrayed as complete and utter equals in everyway. They rock beyond belief.

Hm, other Broadway couples...

Ah yes. Dave/Georgie from The Full Monty. Of course, these two are already married, but damn it's sweet how they sort of re-discover each other.


Maria/Captain von Trapp! I love them- I love the fact that she stands up to him and that their love has a logical, tracable evolution.

Hah. That's more straight couples in one post than ever before, I'm sure. But, unlikely as it does seem, there haven't been a lot of slash couples in the Musicals I've seen.

Well, of course, Malcom/Ethan, but it's canon. Oh, Mistoflees/The Rum-Tum-Tugger. I'd say Enjrolas/Grand-R, but for the musical it's actually more Marius/Enjrolas.

And of course, if we want to talk about fucked up Andrew Lloyd Webber couples, theres the whole Mary/Jesus, Jesus/Judas vibe in Jesus Christ Superstar. "I Don't Know How to Love Him" is still one of the most amazing songs ever to be sung, though.

Then there Chicago, where the movie version at least gives off major Roxie/Velma vibes, esp in the begging scene with the garter flash.



And now, for something completely different: I NEED to see ITSOTGM. I don't care what I have to do to see those two episodes, but I am at the point where I quite literally would do anything to see them.

And not just because of the Jed/Leo kiss someone mentioned on the mailing list. Not just because of Sam/Josh-y vibes. Just because it's supposed to be two of the best episodes in WW history.

And dammit, Kazaa won't download it *kicks comp*

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