avrelia

I notice that I don't comment much – recently, again, always. Sometimes even on the posts that interest me. Please be assured that I
do read everything, spend a lot of time reading and utterly enjoy doing it.

::waves to her friends' list::

So instead I will write some posts of my own.

1. I finally returned to watching Season 1 Angel - Hero and Parting Gifts were seen by me last week.

Doyle really died. I kind of hoped that if I watch it really carefully, he'll manage to survive and have a nice and healthy relationship with Cordelia. Nope. He died, and it was as heartbreaking as I feared. I came to love him muchly over those nine episodes.

The cause of death itself, however, left me under whelmed. I guess it was like that: "We need for Doyle to die heroically right now. What can we do? Ok, he is half demon, ergo demon-Nazi would do the trick! Hop! Hop!

I wonder what the initial plans were for Doyle though. On the other hand I can't imagine utter absence of Wesley from the series.

Enters Wesley, the rogue demon hunter. I knew what to expect, and still I laughed and felt bad for that incredibly inept Watcher. Cordelia is coming to know her shiny new burden. Angel lost his trusted guide. They are starting the new chapter of their lives, and it will lead them deep in trouble.

The Hero and Parting Gifts – it is some kind of two-parter in my mind reminded me very strongly of the season five. Reminded in a sense that it has the strongest connection to it – both literal – in You are welcome, and Lindsay the fake Doyle, and Spike trying on Angel's mission, and thematic – starting many themes and storylines that will find the conclusion in season 5.

Both Wesley and Cordelia are very different from their later selves, but the seeds of what is to come are recognizable, and my heart aches for them.

On Friday we saw the Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy. It was an unusual experience since I don't remember seeing anything in opening night, let alone a movie based on a books with the strong fanbase. There were bunches and bunches of excited fans in the audience they cheered when the towel was mentioned first, they laughed in all appropriate place, and generally behaved very well. The guy who was sitting next to my husband was so incredibly excited, that absolutely everything sparked his fancy: "You are reading in Russian? That's wonderful!" "You are Russian? That's gorgeous!" The girl is going through to her seat: "I love this skirt! Great bag!" of course, maybe he just was high.

The movie itself proved just how proprietary I am towards the book. I didn't know it. I have my very own visual ideas about everything that's going on there, and I am both annoyed that it doesn't look as I imagined it, and reluctant to let anyone know how exactly I imagined it. I haven't seen the TV series, only listened to the radio play, which I copied from the library tapes, and Stephen Fry's reading, and read, obviously.

Back to the movie. We both liked it, though I did more reluctantly due to said proprietary feeling. I am not quite sure how I feel about the increased role of Vogons, and the romance between Arthur and Trillian. I kind of liked it, but still grumble.

There are many things that I unequivocally loved: