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regshoe----> This icon is an actual picture of me watching Kidnapped live two years ago. Yes, Geneviève, darling, isn't that exactly how it feels <333
I rewatched the finale! Yesterday evening, when I was very tired, and proceeded to be very silly about it for several hours. I could try to say some sensible things about how much I feel for Cheyenne and how great Jack and Nicholas are and I think there might have been something else that happened that I thought was pretty good, but honestly, my main feeling is just: what a beautiful ending, I love it so much.
And I was thinking: why have I got so attached to Geneviève, then? Is it just because she's really cute and Charlotte Gainsbourgh's manner is so endearing? Well, that's part of it, but I think the real appeal of her character is just here: the big dramatic ending she gets isn't about relationship drama or even explicitly about whether her job is safe after all, it's her being just utterly, joyfully happy about the madness and beauty of art. One of the bits of this show that doesn't greatly work for me is the element of embarrassment-based humour, when Geneviève goes to pieces in meetings with Cléa or those interviews where she has to defend Crispin—but I say 'doesn't work', if that's all it was intended to be then it didn't work, but it's not all it is—those scenes just make me like Geneviève more, that she does badly in situations where she's forced to be false. And, you know, she doesn't have Jack's polished suavity, but she is good at her job! She's good enough at the 'corporate caving' bits to manage, and she understands the true bits perfectly. She made this happen (whatever this is).
(I should hope her job is safe, though, now. And perhaps Cléa would be amenable to the suggestion that Cheyenne staying in New York might open up more opportunities for other, newer ballerinas here in Paris...?)
Meanwhile, that silly Tobias/Gabin ficlet is now my second most kudosed fic of all time, which just goes to show what a new, active fandom can do. I'll write another one and see how that does.
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raremaleslashex, so I didn't have to; I've used up about half my slots so far on obscure old book fandoms (and NTS Kidnapped). I've paused in the middle of my ballet history book to read the short unfinished novel Nottingham Lace by E. M. Forster, which had the well-timed effect of reminding me that The Longest Journey exists and I love it more than anything, so I made sure to include that too. And that's two ships I'll struggle to say anything coherent about in my sign-up, but I'm sure I'll manage something.
I rewatched the finale! Yesterday evening, when I was very tired, and proceeded to be very silly about it for several hours. I could try to say some sensible things about how much I feel for Cheyenne and how great Jack and Nicholas are and I think there might have been something else that happened that I thought was pretty good, but honestly, my main feeling is just: what a beautiful ending, I love it so much.
And I was thinking: why have I got so attached to Geneviève, then? Is it just because she's really cute and Charlotte Gainsbourgh's manner is so endearing? Well, that's part of it, but I think the real appeal of her character is just here: the big dramatic ending she gets isn't about relationship drama or even explicitly about whether her job is safe after all, it's her being just utterly, joyfully happy about the madness and beauty of art. One of the bits of this show that doesn't greatly work for me is the element of embarrassment-based humour, when Geneviève goes to pieces in meetings with Cléa or those interviews where she has to defend Crispin—but I say 'doesn't work', if that's all it was intended to be then it didn't work, but it's not all it is—those scenes just make me like Geneviève more, that she does badly in situations where she's forced to be false. And, you know, she doesn't have Jack's polished suavity, but she is good at her job! She's good enough at the 'corporate caving' bits to manage, and she understands the true bits perfectly. She made this happen (whatever this is).
(I should hope her job is safe, though, now. And perhaps Cléa would be amenable to the suggestion that Cheyenne staying in New York might open up more opportunities for other, newer ballerinas here in Paris...?)
Meanwhile, that silly Tobias/Gabin ficlet is now my second most kudosed fic of all time, which just goes to show what a new, active fandom can do. I'll write another one and see how that does.
Someone else has nominated it for
raremaleslashex, so I didn't have to; I've used up about half my slots so far on obscure old book fandoms (and NTS Kidnapped). I've paused in the middle of my ballet history book to read the short unfinished novel Nottingham Lace by E. M. Forster, which had the well-timed effect of reminding me that The Longest Journey exists and I love it more than anything, so I made sure to include that too. And that's two ships I'll struggle to say anything coherent about in my sign-up, but I'm sure I'll manage something.
