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Starsky & Hutch
Oh my god.
Starsky and Hutch.
Cute, funny, lots of fun.
But the slash. Just... guh. There aren't words for how slashy it actually was. I was reading an Empire review a couple of days ago, and there was a whole section on "the gay subtext." I remember saying at the time that I had to see it. Becca wasn't so keen, if I remember rightly, but she and Emma and I all went to see it tonight. I actually had a good, productive day - I spent the morning online, the afternoon revising Chemistry to the extent that I now know what oxidation states are, and the decorators came and I now have carpet in my room. It's all springy and cool.
Pedar came in at about five, just as I was dashing out the door later than the White Rabbit, and I barely caught the train. Becca was actually on the train, which was good, and when we'd got to Southport, we ambled across town and down towards the pier.
It was so cold. The weather has been being frankly bizarre - it's been getting warmer for the last couple of days, and it was bright and sunny in the morning, so whenever I glanced out of the window I thought absently that it would be nice when I left in the evening. But by lunchtime, it was hailing. There was thick layer of ice chips, that were washed away by rain and then suddenly it was sunny again. By the time Becca and I were going down the pier, the wind was blowing in from the sea in huge gusts that you could actually rely on to push you along. If you walked backwards, which we did to the amusement of no-one at all, as we were the only people stupid enough to be walking down the pier in this weather.
We reached the cinema early, hung around, bought pick 'n' mix (do Americans have pick 'n' mix?) and Emma arrived about six. The cinema screen was small but packed. While watching the trailers, Becca declared her intention to go and see Shaun of the Dead. How often are a film and a spoof of that film on release at the same time?
Anyway. Apparently (this is according to Becca) the woman sitting in front of me got so pissed off with me that she got up and moved. I can honestly say that the squeeage was instinctive. I had no idea I was doing it. But the slash. The slash. I liked Hutch better than Starsky (I've never been a fan of Ben Stiller) but they were both so... cute, for lack of a better word. And they really enjoyed themselves with the gay subtext. It's utterly blatant, with all kinds of lines that I will not quote - "Goodnight, dirty dancer" - too many of. I'm now re-reading that Empire review, and I quote:
"The pair follow a classic love story arc, falling for each other, then falling out before making up again."
Perfect. The period of the falling out is particularly adorable - Starsky daydreams about Hutch, and Hutch takes up drinking.
And at the end of the film, a cameo apperance - from who else but the real Starsky and Hutch. I couldn't help but think of the Will and Grace episode where Jack dresses up for Hallowe'en as Hutch, and during the course of the night, meets a guy dressed as Starsky!
I said at the end that most slashy canon makes me want to go and write slash with plot. This makes me want to write slashy PWP. Or read it. I'm about to go looking for some. In conclusion, it was no masterpiece - it was funny, cute, adorably slashy and you should all go and see it. Ta-da.
Starsky and Hutch.
Cute, funny, lots of fun.
But the slash. Just... guh. There aren't words for how slashy it actually was. I was reading an Empire review a couple of days ago, and there was a whole section on "the gay subtext." I remember saying at the time that I had to see it. Becca wasn't so keen, if I remember rightly, but she and Emma and I all went to see it tonight. I actually had a good, productive day - I spent the morning online, the afternoon revising Chemistry to the extent that I now know what oxidation states are, and the decorators came and I now have carpet in my room. It's all springy and cool.
Pedar came in at about five, just as I was dashing out the door later than the White Rabbit, and I barely caught the train. Becca was actually on the train, which was good, and when we'd got to Southport, we ambled across town and down towards the pier.
It was so cold. The weather has been being frankly bizarre - it's been getting warmer for the last couple of days, and it was bright and sunny in the morning, so whenever I glanced out of the window I thought absently that it would be nice when I left in the evening. But by lunchtime, it was hailing. There was thick layer of ice chips, that were washed away by rain and then suddenly it was sunny again. By the time Becca and I were going down the pier, the wind was blowing in from the sea in huge gusts that you could actually rely on to push you along. If you walked backwards, which we did to the amusement of no-one at all, as we were the only people stupid enough to be walking down the pier in this weather.
We reached the cinema early, hung around, bought pick 'n' mix (do Americans have pick 'n' mix?) and Emma arrived about six. The cinema screen was small but packed. While watching the trailers, Becca declared her intention to go and see Shaun of the Dead. How often are a film and a spoof of that film on release at the same time?
Anyway. Apparently (this is according to Becca) the woman sitting in front of me got so pissed off with me that she got up and moved. I can honestly say that the squeeage was instinctive. I had no idea I was doing it. But the slash. The slash. I liked Hutch better than Starsky (I've never been a fan of Ben Stiller) but they were both so... cute, for lack of a better word. And they really enjoyed themselves with the gay subtext. It's utterly blatant, with all kinds of lines that I will not quote - "Goodnight, dirty dancer" - too many of. I'm now re-reading that Empire review, and I quote:
"The pair follow a classic love story arc, falling for each other, then falling out before making up again."
Perfect. The period of the falling out is particularly adorable - Starsky daydreams about Hutch, and Hutch takes up drinking.
And at the end of the film, a cameo apperance - from who else but the real Starsky and Hutch. I couldn't help but think of the Will and Grace episode where Jack dresses up for Hallowe'en as Hutch, and during the course of the night, meets a guy dressed as Starsky!
I said at the end that most slashy canon makes me want to go and write slash with plot. This makes me want to write slashy PWP. Or read it. I'm about to go looking for some. In conclusion, it was no masterpiece - it was funny, cute, adorably slashy and you should all go and see it. Ta-da.
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And you're right: the weather has been surpassing bizarre. I went into town this lunchtime to buy food and in the forty minutes I was there it would have been entirely reasonable to have been wearing a hat, scarf, gloves and sunglasses, and carring an umbrella. However, I couldn't, because it would look ridiculous.
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The weather is weird. Bright sunshine and hail, at the same time? Weird.
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I saw it with a friend who never, ever, ever sees gay subtext and even she was just, "Okay, this is the gayest movie I've ever seen."
This makes me want to write slashy PWP. Or read it. I'm about to go looking for some.
Whoo! If you find some, let me know; I've found all sorts of TVslash, but no movieslash.
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I haven't been able to find a single example of movieslash. I do hope this isn't one of those DIY fandoms.
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Have friended you in case you couldn't tell. I stuck up the tentative chunk of moonlog on my journal locked for you, Tracy and Alison. *pets Remus and hopes he feels not as hungover as Padfoot*
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Pick 'n' mix is where you get a paper bag and plastic scoop, put whichever sweets you want in the bag, and buy them by weight. It's fun.
I read the moonlog and loved it. I think Remus is just as hungover but is hiding it better. And is probably not talking to Sirius at the moment. :)
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And is probably not talking to Sirius at the moment
not like he was before, anyway. Hopefully the sight of incredibly hungover sirius will cheer him up, especially since Sirius has to go to his classes and Remus does not. And the wolfnip was totally Moony's fault anyway :)
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And hurrah for springy carpets, too!
Ok, now this is where it gets a bit weird... two dragons.
Cassie x
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(Anonymous) 2004-04-23 07:50 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Who are you?