June 28th, 2015
|09:55 am - The Education of a Magician, Post #24|
I'll do a proper non-Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell post later today, but I need to record some of my reactions/thoughts to the third episode, "The Education of a Magician" first.
*What It Means to Be A Shipper, point the first: when I realized that Norrell was having Childermass intercept Jonathan's and Arabella's letters to each other, I literally trufax hissed at the screen. MotherFUCKER do not mess with my babies!
What It Means to Be A Shipper, point the second: God I love how OTP my OTP is. His return from the Peninsula! Her choking little breaths and his swinging her around when she leaps into his arms! [dabs away tears]
I also was struck by his hesitancy at first -- because neither of them knows the other has been writing every day, and his arrogance might have been a little dented, even beyond the effects of his service.
Okay, This Works: Lady Pole's tapestry was gorgeous and sad (and I did NOT appreciate Childermass's destruction of it). Also, this episode was the first time I really felt for Stephen -- man, that vision of his birth was unutterably harrowing, and Ariyon Bakare did a fabulous job in portraying Stephen's devastation and strength.
In related news, Marc Warren as the Gentleman: creepy, or CREEPIEST? Gah. (But how I cheered when Arabella, who is brilliant, refused to make a bargain with him.)
Oh hi, Jamie Parker, good to see you.
Jonathan's magicking the road was just a delight. I loved that scene so much.
In conclusion, Bertie Carvel's Jonathan and Charlotte Riley's Arabella continue to be my everything.
More of a non-Strange and Norrell nature later.
|Date:||June 28th, 2015 04:24 pm (UTC)|| |
The reunion was a delight.
And the scene right after it, with Jonathan's sexy staring and Arabella snapping at him and "I had entirely forgot how quarrelsome you are, Mrs Strange." [imagine a string of hearteyes here]
Hugs, mate, and good thoughts for the finale!
|Date:||June 28th, 2015 07:40 pm (UTC)|| |
20 minutes to go:)
When it's over, please tell me how much I'm going to cry at the ending, on a scale from 1 [sniff] to 10 [hydration in advance needed]. I only have 4 weeks to prepare!
|Date:||June 28th, 2015 08:59 pm (UTC)|| |
I misted up. A definite 9.
I actually misted up at a screenshot on Twitter, so I can imagine that I'll be a fuckin' wreck on the night.
|Date:||June 28th, 2015 09:20 pm (UTC)|| |
It was lovely. Sad. But lovely.