February 4th, 2010
Still Not Done OR Hamster Is Missing OR “24″, Like Heroin, In A Way
Firstly, I’m back from Camberwell Grove – have been since Sunday.
Secondly, no, the first draft isn’t finished. Flu spiked the first week, and job-hunting eats up more time than you’d suspect.
Thirdly, Clarissa the hamster is missing. The little smartarse worked out how to open her cage door (which is stiff and takes me some effort to open, so she must be the rodent equivalent of MacGuyver), and is now Who-Knows-Where doing Who-Knows-What.
This happened Sunday night, while I watched Up In The Air at the cinema – which was very good, incidentally, but there were a few places where I simply didn’t believe in it. The family’s constant harping on about the protagonist’s absence, leading to statements like “you don’t exist to us”, or the twist on Vera Famiglia’s character. I felt like it wanted to say something profound about relationships, but didn’t know exactly what other than a generalised “intrapersonal relationships are a good thing”.
Up In The Air (2009)
That said, I loved Anna Kendrick in it (she plays the bitchy Jessica from the Twilight movies, so her turn here was a revelation), and the stuff around his job (he flies around laying people off because their managers are “too big a pussy” to do it), and the callow and naive plan to move it all to videoconferencing with call centre responses was all perfectly done.
The loss of the Small Furriness is freaking me out a little, as there is no sign nor sound of her in the flat, and as she is a rotund, robust, and noisy little beast without much fear of people and the flat is not huge, I am pretty sure she’s not there. I’m hoping, desperately hoping, that she’s somehow been rescued and is being looked after somewhere else.
Something I’ve been longing to do for years is to catch up with all of this rather wonderful TV I simply haven’t had time to watch because I was either writing or holding down gainful employment. Battlestar Galactica is leaving me a little cold, and I’ve forgotten where I’m up to in Lost, (I understand the creators have a similar issue, but hey) but I am ADDICTED to 24. There’s something about Kiefer Sutherland doing his whispery growly thing while increasingly preposterous and dangerous things happen that just gets me right *here*.
It’s a guilty pleasure, admittedly. There is something relentlessly right-wing and simplistic about it all, with its love of torture scenes, contempt for habeas corpus, and cardboard Rent-A-Terrorists.
Season Three 24 Spoilers Ahoy!
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