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This looks like the cover of a photo-romance. We offer you thanks, Brother Baz.
Time to start rolling out items for the birthday wishlist!
(via THE OFFICIAL CANADIAN HOME OF SHEWEE THE PORTABLE URINATING DEVICE FOR WOMEN)
Figures “Game of Thrones” goes and does a fully satisfying episode taking place in one condensed period of time following one single plot-line and in one main location, leaving all the others casually dangling over our heads, only the week after my complaint about its relentless temporal vaguery. I am not at all complaining about this.
And they wonder why I have a God complex.
Cersei’s awesome metal bodice and bitchy boozery didn’t hurt either.
Casting director asks me to take my clothes off; I comply.
This was done for my union ACTRA at the Gordon Pinsent Studio in ACTRA Toronto in light of their IWORKACTRA campaign.
Learn more at: http://www.iworkactra.ca
(by lolaziegler)
The Apartment: According to Shirley MacLaine, much of the movie was written as filming progressed. The gin rummy game was added because at the time she was learning how to play the game from her friends in the Rat Pack. Likewise, when she started philosophizing about love during a lunch break one day, this was also added to the script:
”[…] It was different because on The Apartment, we only had 29 pages of script, and what he [Billy] did was wait to see how the relationship and the chemistry and all that between Jack and me would develop, and then he wrote it accordingly. Actually, he put the gin scene in, where we were playing cards, because he knew I was playing gin with Dean and Frank all the time”.
(via oldfilmsflicker)
It’s time to get something off my chest about the “Game of Thrones” forays into the soap opera territory which normally doesn’t span indeterminate lengths of time* within a single episode, while offering us mere glimpses into the mundane lives of would-be-kings and courtesans; though lengthy monologues about new-characters-we-don’t-care-about’s pasts fit very naturally into the aesthetic of over-kill (no pun intended).
It verges on the comical for how meaningless some of the more sensational episodes in these people’s lives can get, particularly when the closing credits predictably pop in at the perfect moment for rendering the rest of an hour-long episode emotionally impotent. Burnt dead bodies hanging is a hilarious way to end an episode, even if they WERE those of the Stark kids (of course we all knew they weren’t, right?). I feel that this aesthetic, and even the popularity of the series of books and show overall only speaks to the continued alienation of the individual members and subcultures of our contemporary culture from one another. After all, it is a show about a bunch of tribes so removed from one another by time and place that they cannot agree on anything, let alone who is the right person to rule over them. Are the fans meant to have similarly divergent opinions about who they think deserves the seat on the Iron Throne, or is that accidental? It sometimes feels like we’re meant to dislike everyone particularly when they are all too self-absorbed to consider the one single game-changing fact: DRA-GONS.
*This is where Downtown Abbey (esempio) excels, allowing largish periods of time to pass between each episode before setting a high-stakes scenario in orbit that affects all of the characters in a variety of ways and which neatly fills an episode while also contributing to the larger narrative arc of the series/season. This is a formula that works for everything from Beverley Hills: 90210 to Mad Men. Game of Thrones, rather, lets unknown periods of time pass between scenes, cutting between vastly removed locations that include characters who have limited knowledge or investment in one another aside from wanting each other dead/in bed/off the throne.
I do not care about the glazey-eyed person who wants to fuck Rob Stark, or why he wants to fuck her, or why she wanted to become a foot-amputator; just shut the fuck up and fuck so I can see the sassy Canadian Wildling seduce a celibate virgin through meters of parkas skins.*
*Best spooning in television history.