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fangrrl_squees) wrote2006-12-17 10:37 pm
fangrrl_squees) wrote2006-12-17 10:37 pm
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Torchwood - 1x10 - Reactions Jotted Down During The Eps
Spoilers ahead. Of course.
Reminder: These are thoughts I type literally as I'm watching the show, so coherence is sometimes a casualty of multitasking and rusty touch-typing skills...
Oi. Where's Tosh?
...oh god, guys, don't you have a safehouse? Bringing 'em straight to the secret base doesn't strike me as entirely bright.
That 1950s shade of lipstick always says trouble to me.
I'm enjoying the music. Fitting and understated.
"...and of course, bananas are far more interesting." Bless you, Ianto. DandyGoth master of the deadpan comment.
Oh lord. This is not going to end well. Any eps that kicks off with a light-hearted shopping scene is destined for awfulness.
(in the pub) I suppose it's too much to hope that Jack's swilling gin by the pint.
Hmm... Mr. Barrowman either got a bit too much sun the other day, or hasn't quite recovered from a peel. Yeah, yeah, meow!
15 minutes in and no-one's chewed on the scenery yet. Bonus.
I'm guessing that Owen's either a) the Hub's bike and/or b) on the rebound. I'm guessing b. In fact, I'm sure it's b. You slut, Owen.
...and there we go. The breakdown's commence. The pacing's spot on, imho.
Damn. Owen just has a thing for, er... well, to put it nicely, women in crisis. To put it bluntly, he seems to like 'em emotionally taken out at the knees and a tad vulnerable in one way or another... That further enforces the frightful things that have been implied about him so far.
Goodness. Rhys tuchus!
...and the secrets just keep piling up. I've quit counting at this point.
(at the nursing home) Ow. Ow. Ow. That just frackin' hurts that does. Which is the point, of course.
...and lightening hasn't hit Gwen. That's amazing.
(I suppose that, to be nicer, one could say that Owen wants to see himself as the chivalrous type - rescuing/falling for damsels in distress. But I'm not overly inclined to be kind re: Owen bloody Harper, suddenly revealed romantic streak or not.)
Crap, Gwen. Just tell Rhys already!! *headdesk*
Ianto: coat maneuver. Priceless.
Sorry, but I'm finding the sexy bits singularly unerotic. I'm prepared to consider that it's probably the mood I'm in today. I'm a bit cranky.
Okay, a bit melodramatic at 40:30 but, oh damn, I'm distracted by how smoking hawt Barrowman is.
Purple sheets, Owen? Purple sheets? I don't give a damn if you think you've fallen in love (she's going to break your heart, laddo, I'm sure of it) but purple?
Oh gods, poor Jack. Ow. Ow. Ow. (redux)
(on a more irreverent note,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
squeakydalek has just pointed out to me - we watch the eps simultaneously on our respective machines, yes we're geeks - that Ianto's probably not going to take it too well that someone's died in his car. Then again, it might not be the first time...)
Oh look. Owen's heart just broke. Okay, maybe I feel a bit sorry for him. Just a bit.
I really enjoyed this one. 8.5 out of 10. I'd give it 9, but I didn't care for the montage at the end. It's better than a homily, but still a bit irritating.
Granted that it was yet-another not much to do with the original premise of the show eps, and suffered a serious shortage of Tosh, but it's enjoyable nonetheless.
Reminder: These are thoughts I type literally as I'm watching the show, so coherence is sometimes a casualty of multitasking and rusty touch-typing skills...
Oi. Where's Tosh?
...oh god, guys, don't you have a safehouse? Bringing 'em straight to the secret base doesn't strike me as entirely bright.
That 1950s shade of lipstick always says trouble to me.
I'm enjoying the music. Fitting and understated.
"...and of course, bananas are far more interesting." Bless you, Ianto. DandyGoth master of the deadpan comment.
Oh lord. This is not going to end well. Any eps that kicks off with a light-hearted shopping scene is destined for awfulness.
(in the pub) I suppose it's too much to hope that Jack's swilling gin by the pint.
Hmm... Mr. Barrowman either got a bit too much sun the other day, or hasn't quite recovered from a peel. Yeah, yeah, meow!
15 minutes in and no-one's chewed on the scenery yet. Bonus.
I'm guessing that Owen's either a) the Hub's bike and/or b) on the rebound. I'm guessing b. In fact, I'm sure it's b. You slut, Owen.
...and there we go. The breakdown's commence. The pacing's spot on, imho.
Damn. Owen just has a thing for, er... well, to put it nicely, women in crisis. To put it bluntly, he seems to like 'em emotionally taken out at the knees and a tad vulnerable in one way or another... That further enforces the frightful things that have been implied about him so far.
Goodness. Rhys tuchus!
...and the secrets just keep piling up. I've quit counting at this point.
(at the nursing home) Ow. Ow. Ow. That just frackin' hurts that does. Which is the point, of course.
...and lightening hasn't hit Gwen. That's amazing.
(I suppose that, to be nicer, one could say that Owen wants to see himself as the chivalrous type - rescuing/falling for damsels in distress. But I'm not overly inclined to be kind re: Owen bloody Harper, suddenly revealed romantic streak or not.)
Crap, Gwen. Just tell Rhys already!! *headdesk*
Ianto: coat maneuver. Priceless.
Sorry, but I'm finding the sexy bits singularly unerotic. I'm prepared to consider that it's probably the mood I'm in today. I'm a bit cranky.
Okay, a bit melodramatic at 40:30 but, oh damn, I'm distracted by how smoking hawt Barrowman is.
Purple sheets, Owen? Purple sheets? I don't give a damn if you think you've fallen in love (she's going to break your heart, laddo, I'm sure of it) but purple?
Oh gods, poor Jack. Ow. Ow. Ow. (redux)
(on a more irreverent note,
squeakydalek has just pointed out to me - we watch the eps simultaneously on our respective machines, yes we're geeks - that Ianto's probably not going to take it too well that someone's died in his car. Then again, it might not be the first time...)Oh look. Owen's heart just broke. Okay, maybe I feel a bit sorry for him. Just a bit.
I really enjoyed this one. 8.5 out of 10. I'd give it 9, but I didn't care for the montage at the end. It's better than a homily, but still a bit irritating.
Granted that it was yet-another not much to do with the original premise of the show eps, and suffered a serious shortage of Tosh, but it's enjoyable nonetheless.