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I am tearing joyfully through Star Trek! I am fascinated. (Yes, thank you, Spock, you can stop providing my internal narration now.) I don't know exactly what switch flipped in my brain to make me suddenly mainline TOS; when the reboot film came out last year, I loved the hell out of it, because it was a genuinely fun movie, and I had enough fannish osmosis and cultural inheritance to ping on pretty much every one of the callbacks -- but I read a couple of fics, watched part of The Naked Time on YouTube, and wandered off on my merry way.
Now I can't even fathom not finishing The Naked Time. It's one of the greatest things I have ever seen, not comparatively but on some weird absolute level where I sit in a joyful daze, wondering how the hell this ended up on my screen. Whatever switch has been flipped, it's been flipped hard, and I am really, really enjoying watching my fannish inheritance.
I'm also enjoying it on two levels. One of the levels is the one where I watch it with what I call my Little Kid Brain. My Little Kid Brain, weirdly, doesn't usually work for children's movies; it works for things that are not necessarily aimed at children at all, but are so fucking absurd that I have to shut off critical/cynical brain functions in order to enjoy it. And Star Trek suddenly becomes amazing: it doesn't matter that there's no science in the science, that the walls are made of Styrofoam and cardboard, that the tribbles are inanimate fluffballs that cost a penny a pop, that internal logic is often completely fucked (which is why Spock spends a lot of time looking mildly pained at the proceedings) -- because it's pure idfic on screen! There is hurt/comfort and mind control and so much crying and unnecessary dramatics and ridiculous-looking aliens! My Little Kid Brain loves this shit.
The second level is my fascinated-by-fandom level. Obviously there's overlap here, because I am having the pure weird enjoyment of witnessing the first instances of, oh, Aliens Made Them Do It and sexpollen and sci-fi mind control and all that tasty goodness, and sometimes I can't actually believe they managed to get this stuff onscreen, let alone in the '60s. It's just fun spotting all the clichés and having that vertigo moment of realizing that, no, these aren't clichés. They started it. It's wonderful.
And, on that note, highlights of this crazy show: ( The Naked Time, Mirror Mirror, Journey to Babel, This Side of Paradise, Patterns of Force, Plato's Stepchildren, The Menagerie, & Turnabout Intruder. It's like I CAN'T STOP WATCHING. )
And on that note, I'm putting a brief hiatus on my watching, first because I'm also trying to do about five other things at the same time, and second because I clearly need to write that fic right now.
In terms of what I have taken away so far -- apart from the ficcing urge, quelle surprise --is that I have discovered is that Spock is one of my favorite characters ever. I was going to try figuring out where in the continuum of Favorite Character Traits he was, and then I realized that Spock is extremely intelligent, pretty weird, reads fairly queer, isn't strictly human, and is terrible at talking about emotions, and ... well. He was even evil that one time! I think Spock and Methos and Eleven should hang out. They'd have a good time. I bet Spock would love their historical anecdotes. Anyway.
Writing writing.
Now I can't even fathom not finishing The Naked Time. It's one of the greatest things I have ever seen, not comparatively but on some weird absolute level where I sit in a joyful daze, wondering how the hell this ended up on my screen. Whatever switch has been flipped, it's been flipped hard, and I am really, really enjoying watching my fannish inheritance.
I'm also enjoying it on two levels. One of the levels is the one where I watch it with what I call my Little Kid Brain. My Little Kid Brain, weirdly, doesn't usually work for children's movies; it works for things that are not necessarily aimed at children at all, but are so fucking absurd that I have to shut off critical/cynical brain functions in order to enjoy it. And Star Trek suddenly becomes amazing: it doesn't matter that there's no science in the science, that the walls are made of Styrofoam and cardboard, that the tribbles are inanimate fluffballs that cost a penny a pop, that internal logic is often completely fucked (which is why Spock spends a lot of time looking mildly pained at the proceedings) -- because it's pure idfic on screen! There is hurt/comfort and mind control and so much crying and unnecessary dramatics and ridiculous-looking aliens! My Little Kid Brain loves this shit.
The second level is my fascinated-by-fandom level. Obviously there's overlap here, because I am having the pure weird enjoyment of witnessing the first instances of, oh, Aliens Made Them Do It and sexpollen and sci-fi mind control and all that tasty goodness, and sometimes I can't actually believe they managed to get this stuff onscreen, let alone in the '60s. It's just fun spotting all the clichés and having that vertigo moment of realizing that, no, these aren't clichés. They started it. It's wonderful.
And, on that note, highlights of this crazy show: ( The Naked Time, Mirror Mirror, Journey to Babel, This Side of Paradise, Patterns of Force, Plato's Stepchildren, The Menagerie, & Turnabout Intruder. It's like I CAN'T STOP WATCHING. )
And on that note, I'm putting a brief hiatus on my watching, first because I'm also trying to do about five other things at the same time, and second because I clearly need to write that fic right now.
In terms of what I have taken away so far -- apart from the ficcing urge, quelle surprise --is that I have discovered is that Spock is one of my favorite characters ever. I was going to try figuring out where in the continuum of Favorite Character Traits he was, and then I realized that Spock is extremely intelligent, pretty weird, reads fairly queer, isn't strictly human, and is terrible at talking about emotions, and ... well. He was even evil that one time! I think Spock and Methos and Eleven should hang out. They'd have a good time. I bet Spock would love their historical anecdotes. Anyway.
Writing writing.
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