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A Long Expected Party


Happy birthday to two of my favourite hobbits!

    

Yes, it’s 22nd September, the birthdays of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. I hope you’re all celebrating with feasts, fireworks, and, of course, a wizard or two.

 

(Also, thanks to my dad for reminding me of the special occasion, and for making me fall in love with LOTR when I was five.)

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A Very Space-y Birthday


Today marks the nine year anniversary of Joss Whedon’s Firefly! The series premiered 20th September 2002 (marking the best day of my whole shiny life), and though it only aired for a season, it remains–to my mind–one of the best and most influential sci-fi shows ever made.

Fittingly–and, I’m sure, on purpose–20th September is also the birthday of one Captain Mal Reynolds! So, happy birthday to our favourite show and our favourite outlaw. I suggest imbibing copious amounts of Blue Sun sake* to celebrate!**

*This blog post sponsored by Blue Sun.

 

 

Live life with Blue Sun!

**This blog does not condone underage drinking. Please enjoy your legal alcoholic beverages responsibly.

Things I Am Excited For


Hello, reader! It’s been a while. Have you come for a bit of entertainment? I think I can oblige. How would you like it if I read your mind?

I know. You’re thinking, “I’ve said no. Why’s she still talking?” Now you’re thinking, “Fair enough. Maybe she really can read minds.” I can. And now you’re thinking, “Is this what she’s been doing for the past month? Working on her telepathy?”

That would be a good excuse for my blog post deficit, but sadly, that is not the case. Honestly, though, would you rather a month’s dry spell from P0serge3k or five consecutive posts about Harry Potter and how it shouldn’t be over and how the books are just as brilliant now as they were the day I first read them?

That’s what I thought.

So, moving on! A week from tonight, Doctor Who returns from its mid-series break with premeditated murder, the third reich, and continuing epic-ness from one Rory Williams. (See below.)

Speaking of perfect human beings (which Rory technically isn’t [trust the plastic!]), Joss Whedon is working his magic on The Avengers even as we speak, and I couldn’t be more excited. Recent footage shows general awesomeness, also available below:

And my final tidbit for the evening: season 7 of Supernatural. The new season premiers 23rd September, and sports a mini Buffy/Angel reunion in episode 5, “Shut Up, Dr. Phil,” which will guest star both James Marsters and Charisma Carpenter. As a couple. Be excited–I know I am!

Post-Potter Depression


Oh please, like you lot didn’t see this one coming a mile away.

Yes, my friends, it’s over. I’ve seen the film twice. I’ve suited up (a Hogwarts uniform counts, right?) for the midnight premier. I’ve begun re-reading The Philosopher’s Stone. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, and it really has changed my life.

I’ve expressed all these conflicting emotions in my tumblr post here–hang on, I haven’t told you about my tumblr yet?! Oh, well, it’s very much like this blog, except the url reads “thenewsarahjane” instead of “p0serge3k” and there are rather more GIFs floating about and I rant less. Feel free to check it out.

Or just enjoy this lovely visual of my post-Potter depression:

It hurts so good!

Also, you should all know that RG is quite possibly my soul mate, as evidenced by this little tidbit:

The director of “The Prisoner of Azkaban” gave Daniel, Emma and Rupert homework. They had to write an essay on their character. Daniel wrote 10 pages, Emma submitted a well written and beautifully detailed 60 pages, and Rupert didn’t hand in anything. When confronted he just said, “I’m doing what Ron would do”.

First Class Entertainment with Professor Charles Xavier


Please hold while I squeal girlishly.

Alright. I think I’m good.

Now that I’ve seen the film twice (the midnight premier was glorious, by the way), I think I’m ready to chat. Don’t expect too much objectivity, though–I’m a teensy bit obsessed. Also, there be ***SPOILERS*** ahead. Big, juicy, shark-ridden waters of SPOILERS! I think you’ve been sufficiently warned.

Hello? Is anyone there? Great. Now no one’s reading this.

So, to start off, a slight complaint. Mainly with this poster:

Where is Banshee?! Maybe I’m prejudiced because I have a little thing for gingers, but the rest of First Class is there (sans Darwin. More on that later), so why is Banshee AWOL? And why is Havok so teeny-tiny in the background there? Did they do something wrong? Are they not worthy?!

But seriously. Banshee is awesome. He kicks serious ass, and he’s funny to boot. And Havok! HAVOK!! Scott Summer’s younger brother who is mysteriously already a young adult in 1962! Yeah, I’m not even going to touch the continuity errors–I’m sorry, choices–made in this film. Let’s get back on track. Havok and Banshee are awesome, and they deserve a little more face time.

That’s more like it.

Let’s take it from the top. From the first scene of X-Men: First Class onward, we know the film is going to be a rollercoaster of  intense emotions and fantastic film flashbacks. First Class begins with the same opening scene as the 2000 film X-Men–young Erik Lensherr being separated from his parents during a Nazi operation in Poland. The scene was re-shot with Bill Milner as young Erik and  Eva Magyar as his mother, and the detail is exquisite. The scene plays differently enough (it’s shorter, filmed at different angles, etc) from its counterpart in X-Men to engage the viewer, but it’s similar enough to make those of us who are X-film fans say, “I’ve seen that before! I know what’s coming!” And, let’s face it. We like to feel like we’re in the know.

And it’s all uphill from there. We see a Charles Xavier who is young, full of life, vastly intelligent, and just plain thrilled by the possibilities presented by the mutant evolution. It’s a portrait of a brilliant young man who is just beginning to find his footing in a world that has no notion of his true potential, and the older, wiser Professor X we know and love is just beneath the surface, waiting for his younger counterpart to finish growing up. And over the course of First Class, Charles certainly does.

We also see a lot of familiar faces and hear some names that are important later in the X-Men saga. William Stryker is mentioned, Charles flashes on a very young Ororo Munroe (Storm) during his first go at Cerebro, we meet the ever loquacious Logan (Wolverine), and we get the back stories of some of the characters we’ve always wondered about–namely, Mystique and Beast. I’m sensing a blue theme.  And First Class introduces the team sensibility for which X-Men is famous. The characters’ abilities create a bond between them that allows them to work well as a unit, even before Charles’s intensive training week.

What did you do this week?

Oh, I went shopping, worked, the usual. You?

I mastered my mutant abilities and averted World War III.

Right. Must be Tuesday.

When Shaw and his minions come for the mutants, Darwin and Alex need only to make eye contact and engage in some manly shoving to come up with a plan to save Angel. You’re looking skeptical. Is that because things went sideways and Darwin sort of–yeah? Yeah. That was sad. But my point still stands. Teamwork.

Now, I gave a spoiler warning (did you see it? It was ***surrounded by symbols*** and BOLD) so I think it’s only fair to give an I’m-going-to-talk-about-religion-and-emotional-experiences warning as well. Prepare yourselves.

Every time I watch the opening sequence of the original X-Men film, something inside me clenches up with an odd kind of empathy. That boy, that young Erik Lensherr, could have been me, had I lived half a century or so earlier. Okay, no, I wouldn’t have been able to bend metal with my mind, but I might have been a frightened young woman forced to wear a yellow star on her chest, separated from her family. I grew up in a Jewish household and spent my formative years at religious school learning about the Holocaust and the atrocities done to the Jews, the gypsies, the homosexuals, and anyone else of whom Hitler wasn’t particularly fond. And I’ll admit, I’d grown a little jaded. There are only so many documentaries, photographs, and statistics a young person can be exposed to before those who suffered at the hands of the Nazis become first the stuff of nightmares and later something I attempted to forget I’d ever seen. And that’s just plain wrong.

If there’s one thing I believe to be true, it’s that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Hell, we repeat it even when we do remember it. And maybe it sounds a bit far fetched, but the X-Men films have reminded me how important it is to remember the Holocaust. Erik is tortured at the hands of the Nazis. He sees his mother murdered before his eyes and watches his people enslaved and slaughtered. And he craves revenge. I don’t know how his story would affect me were I not a Jew, but I am, and as such, I watch Erik’s spiral into darkness with sorrow in my soul, because it shows me that hatred breeds hatred, heartlessness begets heartlessness.

The reason I learned about the Holocaust in religious school was because the Jewish community cannot let the memory of what happened to our people be forgotten, and Erik’s story reflects that sentiment. We see a man in pain, a man who only knows rage and revenge, and it shows us just how far reaching the damages of persecution can be. Erik harbors a cold, desolate kind of loathing for his tormentors. He is not self-righteous, he is purposeful. He says, “I’ve been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again.”

And thus, one of the most dynamic comic book villains of all time is born. No more black and white, no more evil masterminds for us. No, we’ve got something much more powerful. We’ve got Magneto. He might not fit the classical definition of a tragic figure, but his transformation is most certainly a tragedy. Magneto is a cautionary tale. His rage turns him from victim to oppressor, and he begins to view non-mutant human beings in the same way the Nazis viewed their victims during the Holocaust. To anyone who has ever been persecuted it says, “Don’t let your anger turn you into that which you hate.” And to the few left over who have never faced prejudice, and to those that have been prejudiced against others, it says, “This is what hatred does.”

It seems like an easy lesson, but one needs only to pick up a newspaper (okay, fine, to read an article online) to realize it is a lesson the human race is only beginning to learn. X-Men: First Class is more than just a comic book movie, it’s a film with some rich social commentary, and a lot of grey.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Feel free to voice them. This is a film that deserves our attention, full of issues that bear discussion. (No, I don’t work for 20th Century Fox. Promise.)

Royal Weddings I’d Like to Be At


In honour of the royal wedding today, during which I will hide in my flat away from the hordes of crazy people, I thought I’d make a little list.

These are the royal weddings I’d like an invite to:

1. Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa

I bet Leia had an awesome do for the occasion.

2. Aragorn King Elessar Telcontar and Arwen

Whatever you do, don’t agree to play drinking games with Gimli at the reception.

3. Prince Henry and Danielle

I heard that Da Vinci designed her dress!

4. King Arthur and Guinevere

Bring in the mead and roast beast!

5. Doctor Who and Marilyn Monroe

Well, he is a time LORD.

Oh, and best wishes to Will and Kate. Many happy returns and all that.

A Super(natural) Wednesday!


Ladies and gentleman, it is official! CW has picked up our favourite demon hunting duo for a seventh season!

Sam and Dean are pretty excited.

They try to play it cool, but we know how they really feel.

That’s right, Dean, let it all out.

Sam just had to hug someone. Poor sod never knew what hit him….

Misha Collins expressed his excitement on Twitter a few hours ago with this goofy tweet:

Not to worry. The bad news regarded ice cream.

According to The CW’s press release, Supernatural, which pulls in about 2 million viewers a week, has “dramatically contributed to year-to-year gains on Friday of 66% in adults 18-34 and 60% in viewers,” making it a shoe-in for another season. Oh, CW, aren’t you glad you didn’t cancel the show after the 5th season? Yes, it was only a year ago that we thought Supernatural was done for, kaput, finito, off to a television graveyard where it would rest peacefully with Firefly, Dark Angel, Dollhouse, and countless other gems. But providence–er, awesome ratings–smiled upon us, and they’ve done so again!

So, Ghost Facers, hunters, and hapless human victims alike, rejoice! Our beloved Supernatural lives!