Jul. 1st, 2012

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I interrupt this summer of exam hiatus and TVD-centred procrastination to actually make a post.

Wow - isn't LJ a self-sabotaged shadow of its former self.  I'm obviously out of the loop.  Is Dreamwidth now the lively heart of fandom, or was that one fracture too many?

As for me, my trend of micro-obsessions continues, straddled as ever between stuff that more people MUST know about NOW and Guilty (Self-Loathing?) Pleasures.

In the former camp - No Direction Home was a perfectly formed baby of a new fest, even more pleasing for being on my doorstep.  Richard Hawley, Euros Childs and Django Django all sparkled.  Cold Specks, Wave Pictures and The Pyramids were smashing new discoveries. And I met the Lost Picture Show for my second time and fell even further in love with in its crimson plushness and mind-boggling programme.  Seriously, I don't know how festies existed without it. 

Two Day in New York is the first film that's made me hurt with laughter since Four Lions.  Joss Whedon storming into the mainstream also made me happy.  I just wanna squidge his chubby cheeks with joyous pleasedness, which is a very specific form of pleasure.

Treme reminded me that I need to go back to NOLA, and birthday plans flowered organically from there.  Gobbled up all three seasons of Justified, which when it was good was all of the time and when it was season 2 it was searing.  Talking of excellent season 2s, Episodes has been brilliant.  And I couldn't get past 2 episodes in the first season.  And The Good Wife sustained great characterisation over another 22 episodes.

But what has been sucking up my waking hours and diverting my processing power away from qualifications?  Bloody Vampire Diaries.  Argh.  I have so much rubbish to spew about this programme, just in an effort to force it out of my head.  I'll try for the short version.  It's my latest Sunset Beach.  I've been enticed by the pretty wise-cracking anti-hero and the frankly tumultuous fandom into a little bit of crazy.  Despite the absolute rational awareness that this is a show that celebrates a messed up teenage girl falling for two paedophile serial-killing cannibals in a town that's convinced the Confederates won. And the writing is so on the nose it pretty much shrieks that nuance is nuisance and we won't be having any of that round here.  So why am I formulating multiple season 4 scenarios and sucking up episode reactions and fanfic like there's no tomorrow?

My terribly weak thesis is that it's The X-Files all over again.  The performances and scenarios are so vivid that rather than abandon it, its fans are driven into a creative frenzy to build webs over the holes and cracks with meta debate and fanfic.  And they run the gamut from batshit crazies to academic theory application, from defensiveness to insight.  It's just such a carnival.


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