36 Hours

[poliphilo]

The night before last I kept waking up to discover I'd forgotten to breathe and needed to rectify the mistake pretty damn quick. Stupid old body.

Yesterday I spent in a reclining armchair watching stuff on TV. I watched Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix- a turbo-charged account of a leisurely novel- and the last three episodes of the BBC's new Torchwood series- which more than fulfilled the promise of the first two by turning all political and state-of-the-nationy. Russel T. Davies is a classic writer. He's produced a lot of tosh- much of it in the first two seasons of Torchwood- but when he gets things right he's outstanding.  Torchwood: Children of Men is a masterpiece- bitter, shaming, heartening, kinky, sentimental, morally challenging, subversive- also very exciting and funny.

 Last night I slept for 12 hours straight.

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I seem to remember Torchwood getting better as it progressed. Even so, very little of it has stuck with me. It always seemed like a neat idea that should have spent longer in development. As it was they learned on the job and CoM was brilliant.

I loved Casanova. It was funny, sad- and the frocks were gorgeous. It was also my first real look at David Tennant. I guess I have a taste for historical farragos that don't take themselves too seriously.

I haven't seen Dean Spanley. Peter O'Toole seems to be having a distingished late career- with lots of decent roles in decent projects- which is excellent.