Writing From the Inside

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Croatoan” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Second, I’m pleased on account of The Dad’s theory about Croatoan. Legend has it that the colony of Roanoke disappeared, and either they got absorbed or killed by nearby Indian tribes. Perhaps they wandered aimlessly off in search of the nearest Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe, whatever. There’s an overarching 400 years or more of history to attest to the fact that the colony vanished in mysterious but was most assuredly a normal, earthly manner. The Dad, however, tosses all of this out the window and without a single nod to any generally accepted “lore” that had been unearthed, ascribes the entire disaster to the YED messing around with his pet virus. You have to love a man with enough chutzpah to overthrow current carbon dating methods, satellite imagery, anthropological digs, DNA testing, preserved letters and ephemera, the History Channel, the Discovery Channel, TLC, National Geographic Magazine, AND The Smithsonian – all to theorize that the devil did it.”

 Checking through eyelashes

Wide eyed boy

You killed Mr. Rogers

Love that neck

Doing the hard thing

Sammy Sam Sam

Pastoral beer drinking

Yeah, I never was a huge Heath Ledger fan, I mean, I thought he was good and all, but that’s it.

I saw him in A Knights Tale, and The Patriot, and of course in Brokeback Mountain – he was good. I could see that he had a brilliant career ahead of him, but it was a casual notice at best, because my mind was elsewhere and I had other things to do. It feels all callous and cold now, now that I think about it. And now, especially having just seen The Dark Knight. Oh LORD. LORD. LORD. LORD. 

He was fantastic. That doesn’t even begin to describe it. He played the Joker like the character was newly sprung from the pit of chaos, you didn’t know where, you didn’t know when, you just KNEW. And his eyes, oh my god, his eyes. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t cover my eyes, couldn’t NOT watch. His eyes, his eyes, staring out from that mask pinning you to your seat, like black holes that were somehow alive, so alive, he threw SPARKS from them. He was INSIDE that character, so deep inside that his voice sounded like it smelled evil, if that makes any sense. I was amazed and blown away – the whole movie was good, I enjoyed it very well, but watching Heath do his thing was like watching something so horrible it was brilliant. He had it DOWN, and as I walked out of the theater, I said to my friend, (and me not being terribly religious or anything) “Angels are weeping because we’ll never see anything like that again. We’ll never see that man be brilliant again.”

I don’t know if there’s a point or a moral or anything here, whether there’s anything to learn or to say…just that he flickered so brightly there and I never noticed until it was too late.

Heath as Joker

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Crossroads Blues” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“It must have been coming on sunset when they filmed, with the light slanting through the trees from the west. Both boys are lit up like Christmas morning. Dean circles around Sam, who watches as his brother digs and then joins in the dither about graveyard dust and black cat bones. You can count the freckles across the bridge of Dean’s nose, and you could spin a rope from the thickness of Sam’s eyelashes. You can see the green glitter glint of Dean’s eyes, and the hard planes of Sam’s jaw. They’re stunning and beautiful and almost unearthly here. It’s amazing that Show doesn’t figure out how glorious this looks and film ALL of their scenes at this time of day. I’m sure that the fact that they don’t is a punishment for some past sin of mine, or maybe it’s that Show knows that if it gives me too many daylight scenes like this, I’ll just become jaded and spoiled.”

Diner scene

Not laughing

 

People are STOOPID

Sharing the sunlight

Guh

Our Sammy

Smile for me

While the Pink Raygun team relocates from Tucson to Philly, the site is on a hiatus. Thusly, my review will be posted later this week.

Here’s some pictures to tide you over till then:

Freckle sighting

I got my dither face on

In an additional note,  in all their wisdom, the people at the Emmys decided that  our very own Jensen Ackles wasn’t worth a nod to make it on the short list. And there is a short list now, it consists of actors doing their thing to applause and acclaim, but it does not include one of the better actors of our day. Yeah, I adore James Spader and Hugh Laurie and Denis Leary with all my heart. They’re good. They’re very good. But they’re not Jensen Ackles good. The things he can do with his face and his body to telegraph unspoken dialog are mezmerizing. I think the error lies in the Emmy’s inability to see past the facade of a horror TV show, though I see that Mary McDonnell from Battlestar Galactica made it to the short list so at least SOMEONE is watching quality TV. 

My protest will be to NOT watch the Emmys this year. Not that I ever do, but you know, in my small way, I’ll make my mark.

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “The Usual Suspects” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Anyway, the interrogation focuses on Dean, whom they tape while Dean confesses. What’s funny here is watching Dean tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but so help me God, he’d be sexy even if he wasn’t saying a word. The lighting guys are at it again, doing their bright and shiny best in all of Dean’s (and Ackle’s) scenes in the squad room. The set guys have put a table that reflects light up, and thusly we get, yeah, all those freckles, and the sparkles in Dean’s eyes, and the lovely swell of that raspberry mouth thrown into high relief. I wouldn’t say that what Dean was wearing stands out in my memory, but with a face like that, who cares what he’s wearing?”

A warning glare

Dean in peril

Unable to save

Sam with flashlight

You missed a spot

Leaving the scene of the crime

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “No Exit” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Lord, no one can glare like that boy. It’s like watching a pit bull watching you from the other side of the fence. If he could get at you through the holes in the chain link, he would. Same here with Jo. And I can’t figure if he’s peeved simply because she’s there, making herself useless and obnoxious, or whether it’s because she’s SO got the hots for Dean, and for some reason that bothers Sam. Not that he’s opposed to seeing Dean hook up, gracious, he’s seen that plenty of times. But I think it’s Jo herself that bothers him with her whole “I come from a hunter family, therefore, I am one of you.” She’s got notions of grandeur, and pretensions of belonging, she’s a poseur and so durn obvious. But Sam’s a gentleman, so he merely glares.”

Almost on the road

Watching

Research

Freckleishious

And I will still be here

Cement trucks rule!

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Simon Said” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“The last of the visions comes during the car right at night. I envy Andy in this scene as Dean drives along; I like to imagine what must it be like to be able to hang out in the back seat of the Impala like that. Or to lean forward over the back seat like that, close enough to see the lights on the dash and know exactly how FAST Dean is going. To dither away like you’re one of the gang, and have that exciting feeling that maybe you’ve found some new, cool friends to play with. Well, the fun doesn’t last long and as the vision is upon Sam, Dean stops the car so fast it’s a wonder all of them didn’t go through the windshield. Plus, he sprints around that car like he’s in some psycho version of car musical chairs. It’s also very sweet to watch how Sam turns to Dean immediately, for comfort and for something to hold onto. Someone who understands. For Sam, Dean is the ultimate home base.”

Can’t Stop Talking

Frustrated

Cutting a handsome line

Catching a redwood tree

Say WHAT?

You’re my home

My friend Susannah determined that there needed to be a big shout out of LOVE for Jared Padalecki, and so she created this post at her LJ so that people could have a chance to say how much they adore this man! Here is the link:

http://susannaheanes.livejournal.com/24390.html

This is what I said:

Dear Jared,

I’m sure you don’t know, or maybe you do, how long it took me to feel comfortable spelling your last name. I am, as anyone can tell you, the world’s worst speller. It is entirely due to you and everything that you are that I took the time to learn the spelling of it – and when I’m not certain, I still double check it because that’s how important it is. You deserve the respect of having your name spelled right each time, and every time, that it appears in print.

You also deserve to be deliriously happy 24/7 for the rest of eternity for the happiness you bring me and other fans. And it’s not just that you look really really good in a simple t-shirt and jeans (which you DO), or that you have the brightest smile (which you also do), the cutest freaking dimples EVER…I could go on and on being very wicked and shallow about how cool it is to watch you move and to stand still and to look and gesture – it’s like watching art in motion. And I love watching you be Sam – you’ve crawled inside that character’s skin and made him amazing.

But mostly you deserve to be happy simply for being who you are: a good person who is kind to people who has the amazing ability to make those around him feel comfortable and at ease.

The one time I met you, you looked right at me, looked me right in the eye, and seemed totally prepared to stand there (at midnight in a back alley after working for 8 hours) talking about how cool Vancouver was, and how fun it would be to move there. Like I was somebody you knew. What a way to treat a person! From the sounds of it, that’s how you treat EVERYONE, and so that qualifies you to be happy FOREVER.

Take the BEST care of yourself, okay?

Love,

Sylvia

And here are some pics of this AMAZING man:

Happy Jared!

SexyDirty Jared!

Jared as Sam

Jared in an early movie role

Jared as….uh, what was saying?

Jared as Evil Sam…nuff said!

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

Sam, of course, knows better, and back at the motel, the boys have a major dither as Sam calls his brother to task. I’m sure it must be getting old for him trying to make Dean talk, trying to make him admit that the whole hunt is just a part of Dean’s Denial, and if Dean could just admit THAT, he could move on to the next stage, whatever that is. Again I am distracted because the lighting is such that the blue of Dean’s shirt (a color which he should wear, like, all the time. That is, when he’s not wearing olive green, or that nice, rather tight, grey t-shirt I know he’s got rolled up in that duffle somewhere) makes his skin glow and his eyes glitter. Plus he’s so beautiful when he’s pissed, his Angry Eyes are just amazing here. Then he announces that he’s going to get a drink. By himself, which as you know is when the succubus gets you. (And why hasn’t show had a succubus for the MOW, I ask you?)

Watchnig me watching you

Brown as a berry

Unearthly beautiful

Another sidewalk dither

Wanting to help

Turning away

Bloodlust: A Supernatural Episode Review

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Bloodlust” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

How on EARTH can a man look so good with blood and ichor on his face like that? It’s bad enough that Ackles is already more beautiful than this Earth should allow; the blood, you would think, should somehow dehumanize him so that we can see the hunter within and be appalled by it. For I’m sure that’s what the scene is meant to do, what it’s supposed to do, and Sam’s look of HORROR just adds to this – we’re supposed to be up close and personal with the ugly, ugly mechanics of hunting and be worried or disgusted or put off. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Watch this scene and try to believe that. Better yet, sit next to a fangirl and listen as she watches this scene. You’ll hear it: GUH. It’s the sound of her lungs contracting, and her stomach clenching up, and her thighs igniting on fire, and maybe some other things too that I’m too polite to mention. That’s how good this scene is.

A hunting we will go

Feeling like the dog’s dinner

Sammy on his own

Young reporter