December 14th, 2003


buffy dreams, battlestar galactica

I woke from a Buffy dream this morning--I dreamed that a spell, sort of like the one in "Superstar," created this situation where there was suddenly a BtVS TV show *within* the BtVS universe. For several years its episodes paralleled all of the Scooby gang's major cases, though the cast and fans weren't aware there was any "real-life" inspiration, except for the weird town of Sunnydale itself. In the dream, they were now filming a special episode on location in Sunnydale. Buffy and Willow are running around trying to figure out what's going on. They go to the high school, which is like fan central--in the lobby there are these tables set up like for a bake sale, with rows of candy boxes, some of them huge Godiva boxes, and fans of the show can buy these and their gifts will be sent to the actors. Fans are inexplicably sitting in folding chairs just outside the school, perhaps waiting for the cast to make an appearance. When they see Buffy and Willow, they squeal and wave, taking them for the actors in the fake BtVS. Buffy waves back, then they duck into some bushes clutching memoribilia from the show, like episode guides--this is when they figure out that all their major cases haved been aired--and they're moving at a fast clip through the grounds, ducking through bushes and Buffy is saying things like, "Jump!" All these fans who are touring the place think that Buffy and Willow are filming or rehearsing.

In the dream, Buffy actually talks about the phenomenon of old, twentysomething actors playing teenagers. Heh. Buffy runs into the Oz who stars in the fake BtVS and is traumatized by his mustache--this freakily plastic-looking thing. She tells him to shave it off. But then for a moment the fake Oz is the real Oz and he asks her to admit it looks okay, and she has to confess that on him it does. (Except it doesn't; it's huge and hairy and terrifying.)

At some point Buffy and Willow get split up and Buffy returns to the high school and wanders into a small auditorium, where fans are packed in, listening to a musical performance from the fake Giles. He's sitting up in front of his audience, not even facing them, utterly bored in attitude, surrounded by amps and all sorts of other big, electronic musical equipment like you'd see in a studio; he's just playing pre-recorded stuff. Buffy, passing through the auditorium, pauses when she nears him, and he turns and she sees that he's this horribly cheesey version of Giles, wearing retro seventies stylin' clothes and bad hair. On the fake show, this is apparently his shtick--he's like this comical old guy who refuses to let go of his glory days back in the hippie seventies.

For some reason he also has a huge, square embossed label on his forehead that's part of his hairdo. He looks ridiculous and Buffy squeaks with trauma and laughter and runs on. During all this, people are assuming she's one of the stars of the show, but treating her very politely and not mobbing her. Weird.

I watched the new Battlestar Galactica miniseries last night, which I'd taped. (It's on again tonight.) It kicked ass. I loved the new Starbuck, who was just lushly muscled and butch and gorgeous. And how hysterical is it that they decided Starbuck and Apollo had a little thing going on? If you haven't read Destina's post with the quote of Jamie Bamber (the new Apollo) talking about the homoeroticism of the original series and how it influenced their creative decisions, you must.

Mary McDonnell, James Callis, and Edward James Olmos really stood out in this--great acting. James Callis I remember from Bridget Jones's Diary as Bridget's gay friend; he is brilliantly British here, playing a genius scientist and skirt-chaser and self-serving weasel.

There was some dark shit in this; I barely remember the first TV series, but as with so many remakes these days, this attempts to take old cheesey fluff and make it not only more plausible, but also edgier and kinkier. Collapse )

lazy recs

Things I read today:

Some of firesignwriter's Sparrow/Norrington fan-fiction, located in the memories section of her LJ. Somehow I managed to stumble backwards into reading "Currents," the latest installment (I think) in a longer series. Now I'll have to play catch up and read the others. I find that, in the pairings game, I rather prefer Jack-and-James to Jack-and-Will. I surprise myself, but the more I dwell on it, the more I think Will's a bit of a sap and Norrington needs love. Poor repressed British officer guy.

shrift's PotC story, Hurricane Jack. (Why hadn't I read that before?! Trust in the Shrift. Go read the Shrift. There is no bad Shrift.)

garryowen's just-finished Smallville AU, Language of Love. Works surprisingly well, is romantic in the best way, and has poetry that fits the story nicely in most cases--and I'm pretty picky about poetry. I do think Clark's poems work better than Lex's, but I'm not going to exercise myself to critique. It's a lovely story. [ETA: Koi pointed out that the author decided to rewrite the last section, so the new link above goes to the first seven parts.]

I must apologize to Herself and Poshcat again for the fact that I am a dirty, lazy whore. They'll know why.