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gwendolyngrace) wrote2010-03-12 01:48 am
gwendolyngrace) wrote2010-03-12 01:48 am
Sick, sick, sick
This week has been tech week for Fiddler.
Which would have been a lot easier had I not come down with a horrid cold Monday morning.
I am still impossibly stuffed up and snuffly, but at least I feel human again. My nose hurts like almighty whatever, though, from the copious tissue-abrasions.
The show is shaping up really, really well, however.
Meanwhile, a Netflix review: Lost in Austen. This was a BBC miniseries about a 21st-C young woman who loves Pride and Prejudice so much that it's her escape from her ordinary life. One night on her 1000th+ re-read, she goes into her bathroom to discover that Elizabeth Bennett has come through a door in her shower wall, and of course, she switches places with Lizzie. She then proceeds to ham-hand her way through the story, which, despite her best efforts, gets all screwed up because she's not actually Elizabeth.
On the one hand, it's the kind of thing that should make one simply roll one's eyes as the ultimate Mary-Sue insertion wish fulfillment fanfic. On the other ... it's charming. Amanda Price quickly realizes that the manners and elegance she so loved on the page is stifling in reality, and that her superficial knowledge of the propriety of the period only gets her so far; she is, by their standards, unspeakably gauche. Her attempts to steer the novel back on track invariably misfire, leading to further downstream alterations. Furthermore, her external knowledge of the characters leads to revelations Austen herself probably never considered, but that hint at transformative interpretations (for example: we "learn" that there is another side to the backstory involving Wickham and Georgiana), and post-modern treatments of the tried-and-true images of the original material. Other versions of P&P are also referenced (in particular, Colin Firth is mentioned several times by the heroine). And of course, the ending comes as no surprise to anyone, since eventually, things get fixed...sort of.
So, yeah. I'm not sure whether A would like it or hate it, since she hates Austen (which I find really interesting, because I also lose patience for the writing, but not the characters and I love film versions of the stories), but it's not *really* a faithful representation of Austen. It's more of a wink and a nod - it's kind to the material, but not slavishly reverent. Real fans of Austen should definitely check it out, but don't expect the same story you know!
In other news, I'm still unemployed. There are still few to no jobs I'm seeing that I'm interested in *and* qualified for. There are still too many jobs for which I'm grossly *over*qualified but that hold no interest for me. And while the weather was great this week, Monday was the *only* day I managed to get outside and walk, because the whole rest of this week, I've been so much with the headcold. This has to be the worst cold I've had in three years, easily. Gak.
Oh, and one little thing on the Infinitus front: SQUEE is coming. Serious, serious SQUEE. Wait for it....
Which would have been a lot easier had I not come down with a horrid cold Monday morning.
I am still impossibly stuffed up and snuffly, but at least I feel human again. My nose hurts like almighty whatever, though, from the copious tissue-abrasions.
The show is shaping up really, really well, however.
Meanwhile, a Netflix review: Lost in Austen. This was a BBC miniseries about a 21st-C young woman who loves Pride and Prejudice so much that it's her escape from her ordinary life. One night on her 1000th+ re-read, she goes into her bathroom to discover that Elizabeth Bennett has come through a door in her shower wall, and of course, she switches places with Lizzie. She then proceeds to ham-hand her way through the story, which, despite her best efforts, gets all screwed up because she's not actually Elizabeth.
On the one hand, it's the kind of thing that should make one simply roll one's eyes as the ultimate Mary-Sue insertion wish fulfillment fanfic. On the other ... it's charming. Amanda Price quickly realizes that the manners and elegance she so loved on the page is stifling in reality, and that her superficial knowledge of the propriety of the period only gets her so far; she is, by their standards, unspeakably gauche. Her attempts to steer the novel back on track invariably misfire, leading to further downstream alterations. Furthermore, her external knowledge of the characters leads to revelations Austen herself probably never considered, but that hint at transformative interpretations (for example: we "learn" that there is another side to the backstory involving Wickham and Georgiana), and post-modern treatments of the tried-and-true images of the original material. Other versions of P&P are also referenced (in particular, Colin Firth is mentioned several times by the heroine). And of course, the ending comes as no surprise to anyone, since eventually, things get fixed...sort of.
So, yeah. I'm not sure whether A would like it or hate it, since she hates Austen (which I find really interesting, because I also lose patience for the writing, but not the characters and I love film versions of the stories), but it's not *really* a faithful representation of Austen. It's more of a wink and a nod - it's kind to the material, but not slavishly reverent. Real fans of Austen should definitely check it out, but don't expect the same story you know!
In other news, I'm still unemployed. There are still few to no jobs I'm seeing that I'm interested in *and* qualified for. There are still too many jobs for which I'm grossly *over*qualified but that hold no interest for me. And while the weather was great this week, Monday was the *only* day I managed to get outside and walk, because the whole rest of this week, I've been so much with the headcold. This has to be the worst cold I've had in three years, easily. Gak.
Oh, and one little thing on the Infinitus front: SQUEE is coming. Serious, serious SQUEE. Wait for it....
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