Well, I had a Thing, where no English-language series could seem to tempt me into very deep love. I was kind of fond of it, in its own broken way.
But this. This has broken that. Geoffrey is the exact breed of loose cannon that I love, where no one can tell if he's sane or not, but he *believes* he isn't and that's all that matters.
And Oliver. Oliver is set up to be the catty fag, and being a catty fag myself, I take great pleasure in judging originality and wit. Oliver is perfect, and I love how the viewer can tell Ouimette loves the role.
Oh, their office scene. The perfect blank look Geoffery gives Oliver when he snaps that it wasn't about Ellen. I want to pack it up and carry it in my pocket, for it is beautiful and lovely and just the kind of fail I love in my crazies.
Rachel McAdams spends the entire series being adorable, but given I like watching her be adorable, that's not really a fault. She doesn't really stand out, but one does want to give her a hug once every episode.
The wrap-up of Richard's character arc was a bit too pat for my tastes, but his middle managing was spot-on. I will never like Richard, I think, but I will watch his acting for the technical aspects of McKinney's comedy.
Well, I had a Thing, where no English-language series could seem to tempt me into very deep love. I was kind of fond of it, in its own broken way.
I started grinning here.
But this. This has broken that. You can console yourself that at least it's not precisely in American English, if you need to. Not that there's a major difference, but it's technically true.
Geoffrey is the exact breed of loose cannon that I love, where no one can tell if he's sane or not, but he *believes* he isn't and that's all that matters. Geoffrey is one of those characters whom I adore immensely, but if he were a real person I would run away from as fast as I could. It certainly is fun to watch him rocket around being destructive and amazing, though.
Oliver is perfect, and I love how the viewer can tell Ouimette loves the role. Oliver is much dearer to my heart than anyone who is that much of a pain in the self-denying butt should be. Perhaps it's my fondness for watching people yearn.
Oh, their office scene. The perfect blank look Geoffrey gives Oliver when he snaps that it wasn't about Ellen. I want to pack it up and carry it in my pocket, for it is beautiful and lovely and just the kind of fail I love in my crazies. I am making communicating-with-dolphins noises and clapping my hands. That is one of my favorite moments in the whole blessed thing: the complete and utter lack of realizing that which is and should be patently obvious. Add in Oliver's claim that being a ghost means you don't have to lie, and it gets even more -- oh THEM. Them and their brokenness.
Rachel McAdams spends the entire series being adorable, but given I like watching her be adorable, that's not really a fault. She makes a really interesting foil to Ellen, who is such a raving bitch that if anyone *bothered* writing girl-hate essays about S&A, it would be really hard to say, "No, actually Ellen is a sweet person, shut up." Rachel McAdams is a dear.
I happen to have acquired a rather major crush on Martha Burns through the course of this show, but not at all on Ellen herself.
The wrap-up of Richard's character arc was a bit too pat for my tastes, but his middle managing was spot-on. He hasn't really seen the light in any lasting way at that point, if it helps.
I will never like Richard, I think, but I will watch his acting for the technical aspects of McKinney's comedy. A worthy rationale indeed.
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I love it Ever So Much. Squee at me, and I will beam even more.
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But this. This has broken that. Geoffrey is the exact breed of loose cannon that I love, where no one can tell if he's sane or not, but he *believes* he isn't and that's all that matters.
And Oliver. Oliver is set up to be the catty fag, and being a catty fag myself, I take great pleasure in judging originality and wit. Oliver is perfect, and I love how the viewer can tell Ouimette loves the role.
Oh, their office scene. The perfect blank look Geoffery gives Oliver when he snaps that it wasn't about Ellen. I want to pack it up and carry it in my pocket, for it is beautiful and lovely and just the kind of fail I love in my crazies.
Rachel McAdams spends the entire series being adorable, but given I like watching her be adorable, that's not really a fault. She doesn't really stand out, but one does want to give her a hug once every episode.
The wrap-up of Richard's character arc was a bit too pat for my tastes, but his middle managing was spot-on. I will never like Richard, I think, but I will watch his acting for the technical aspects of McKinney's comedy.
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I started grinning here.
But this. This has broken that.
You can console yourself that at least it's not precisely in American English, if you need to. Not that there's a major difference, but it's technically true.
Geoffrey is the exact breed of loose cannon that I love, where no one can tell if he's sane or not, but he *believes* he isn't and that's all that matters.
Geoffrey is one of those characters whom I adore immensely, but if he were a real person I would run away from as fast as I could. It certainly is fun to watch him rocket around being destructive and amazing, though.
Oliver is perfect, and I love how the viewer can tell Ouimette loves the role.
Oliver is much dearer to my heart than anyone who is that much of a pain in the self-denying butt should be. Perhaps it's my fondness for watching people yearn.
Oh, their office scene. The perfect blank look Geoffrey gives Oliver when he snaps that it wasn't about Ellen. I want to pack it up and carry it in my pocket, for it is beautiful and lovely and just the kind of fail I love in my crazies.
I am making communicating-with-dolphins noises and clapping my hands. That is one of my favorite moments in the whole blessed thing: the complete and utter lack of realizing that which is and should be patently obvious. Add in Oliver's claim that being a ghost means you don't have to lie, and it gets even more -- oh THEM. Them and their brokenness.
Rachel McAdams spends the entire series being adorable, but given I like watching her be adorable, that's not really a fault.
She makes a really interesting foil to Ellen, who is such a raving bitch that if anyone *bothered* writing girl-hate essays about S&A, it would be really hard to say, "No, actually Ellen is a sweet person, shut up." Rachel McAdams is a dear.
I happen to have acquired a rather major crush on Martha Burns through the course of this show, but not at all on Ellen herself.
The wrap-up of Richard's character arc was a bit too pat for my tastes, but his middle managing was spot-on.
He hasn't really seen the light in any lasting way at that point, if it helps.
I will never like Richard, I think, but I will watch his acting for the technical aspects of McKinney's comedy.
A worthy rationale indeed.
I'm *so* pleased you're enjoying it!