Soon, on SciFi: Puppet Master Vs. Demonic Toys. Ah, so many great movies.
Because I can relate almost anything to Spike, I was about five minutes in, with Julie Andrews trilling in the meadows, when I remembered someone who'd screencapped Spike's crypt mentioning that among his LPs was the soundtrack to Sound of Music. Which at the time was just hilarious, but now...when I was watching, for a few minutes I had a different slant on Spike than I've had before. I was seeing him in a movie theater, watching motion pictures in color for the first time, and I was thinking how amazing it would be if you were a vampire, doomed to live in darkness, and along came this medium, film, that could capture the daylight world and blow it up to gigantic proportions and project it onto a screen. It would be amazing to see the world lit by sunshine and be right there in it, almost--mountains and trees and sky. And I can just see it affecting him, giving him all these nostalgic, romanticized visions of the sunlit world that he could never inhabit again, until one day everything was all bundled up in Buffy. Everything brilliant and golden and out of his reach.
So you're this dead shell of a person, and you see all these projections of life that you're not living, because you're sitting in the darkness, stuck watching something you can't join--I think I must identify with that.
