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remindmeofthe) wrote2009-11-14 12:37 am
remindmeofthe) wrote2009-11-14 12:37 am
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Sarah Jane Adventures!
. . . I was not wrong last week. That was some serious crack. The Mona Lisa made flesh, running around in chintzy blue velour with a Sontaran blaster in hand.
I really want to know what Phil Ford was smoking when he came up with that, and whether he smoked it before or after reading Walter Pater's thought on the Mona Lisa. Sentient being trapped on canvas. Shudder.
I don't even know. It was better than last week, anyway. And the actress playing Mona Lisa was having a ball, so she was a lot of fun to watch. And! Luke behaving like a normal teenager, complete with moldy mugs in his room and seizing on the nastiest thing he can think of to say to Sarah Jane in response to a relatively minor provocation. Oh, adolescence.
Kind of annoyed with Clyde's awesome drawing talent that popped up out of nowhere and will never be seen again, though. That's a little sloppier than I'm used to from this show. But he and Luke continue to be adorable and obviously dating, so that's always nice.
Next week: The Fucking Slitheen. I hate the Fucking Slitheen. Oh, but hey, we also get the Blathereen, another family from Raxacoricafalipitorious. (That was my pre-Who Wiki attempt at spelling it; let's see how close I got!) Raxacoricofallapatorius. Not too bad, considering I was trying to spell a made-up eleven-syllable word that takes a little effort to memorize in the first place. (The trick is in the rhythm of it. RAXaCORicoFALLapaTORius.)
. . . anyway. Much as I love the planet name, I am way past sick of the species, regardless of the actual family in question. And this is the finale story. It better be good.
. . . I was not wrong last week. That was some serious crack. The Mona Lisa made flesh, running around in chintzy blue velour with a Sontaran blaster in hand.
I really want to know what Phil Ford was smoking when he came up with that, and whether he smoked it before or after reading Walter Pater's thought on the Mona Lisa. Sentient being trapped on canvas. Shudder.
I don't even know. It was better than last week, anyway. And the actress playing Mona Lisa was having a ball, so she was a lot of fun to watch. And! Luke behaving like a normal teenager, complete with moldy mugs in his room and seizing on the nastiest thing he can think of to say to Sarah Jane in response to a relatively minor provocation. Oh, adolescence.
Kind of annoyed with Clyde's awesome drawing talent that popped up out of nowhere and will never be seen again, though. That's a little sloppier than I'm used to from this show. But he and Luke continue to be adorable and obviously dating, so that's always nice.
Next week: The Fucking Slitheen. I hate the Fucking Slitheen. Oh, but hey, we also get the Blathereen, another family from Raxacoricafalipitorious. (That was my pre-Who Wiki attempt at spelling it; let's see how close I got!) Raxacoricofallapatorius. Not too bad, considering I was trying to spell a made-up eleven-syllable word that takes a little effort to memorize in the first place. (The trick is in the rhythm of it. RAXaCORicoFALLapaTORius.)
. . . anyway. Much as I love the planet name, I am way past sick of the species, regardless of the actual family in question. And this is the finale story. It better be good.