Telly/Book-related grousing
May. 26th, 2015 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapinglightI persisted with the Daredevil series on Netflix, though I'm really not sure why. It's very violent and I don't like any of the characters.
Plus...
Spoilers behind cut
...I realised when watching episode 9 last night - the one written by Christos Gage (the current Buffy comic writer) and his wife - that Gage's tendency to repeat himself and bang the same message home over and over again isn't just a problem with his comics writing.
Yes, I get it. Foggy and Karen (who I'm sure I'm supposed to think are a cute couple, but who are just getting on my nerves now) are upset over the death of the old lady, stop going on about it. Also, I couldn't care less what the Kingpin's childhood trauma is, or that, after the death of his father, Matt was 'brought up' by a raging psychopath (a completely insufferable raging psychopath). Can we get to the big showdown, or whatever, and get it over with, please?
You're probably wondering, if you hate it that much, why the hell are you watching it, aren't you? I know I would be.
All I can say is it's probably for the same reason that, when I start a book, I feel impelled to go on and finish it, even if I hate it. Case in point: the first Game of Thrones book, which took me six months to read and which I wanted to throw in the bin long before the end. But I'd started it, so I had to finish it. Same is true of the book I just finished the other night, Heresy by SJ Parris, the first in a series of historical detective novels (very popular at the moment, as I'm sure you all know) featuring the Renaissance philosopher and proto-scientist (if that's the right description) Giordano Bruno.
With such a fascinating historical character as the hero it should have been interesting, shouldn't it? Instead, I found it clunky and irritating, with some wince-inducing anachronisms, and the number of adverbs the author packed into almost every sentence was really irritating (see icon).
Shan't read any more of them - not even to find out if the story (who knows how many books down the line) will end the way Bruno's story actually ended, with him being burned at the stake by the Inquisition.
Shan't watch the next series of Daredevil either (because there's bound to be another, everyone seems to love it except me).
Best of all would be if I could just give myself permission to stop watching/reading stuff mid-read/watch if I decide I don't like it. :(
One day, maybe.
On a less grumpy note, I've galloped through my rewatch of The Americans season 1 and am now on season 2. It's so, so good! I hope season 3 will come out on DVD eventually, but who knows? Amazon Prime have the two earlier seasons on demand. Season 3 will probably go that way too. And anyway, the days of the box set are probably numbered, which is sad.
Oh well.
Plus...
Spoilers behind cut
...I realised when watching episode 9 last night - the one written by Christos Gage (the current Buffy comic writer) and his wife - that Gage's tendency to repeat himself and bang the same message home over and over again isn't just a problem with his comics writing.
Yes, I get it. Foggy and Karen (who I'm sure I'm supposed to think are a cute couple, but who are just getting on my nerves now) are upset over the death of the old lady, stop going on about it. Also, I couldn't care less what the Kingpin's childhood trauma is, or that, after the death of his father, Matt was 'brought up' by a raging psychopath (a completely insufferable raging psychopath). Can we get to the big showdown, or whatever, and get it over with, please?
You're probably wondering, if you hate it that much, why the hell are you watching it, aren't you? I know I would be.
All I can say is it's probably for the same reason that, when I start a book, I feel impelled to go on and finish it, even if I hate it. Case in point: the first Game of Thrones book, which took me six months to read and which I wanted to throw in the bin long before the end. But I'd started it, so I had to finish it. Same is true of the book I just finished the other night, Heresy by SJ Parris, the first in a series of historical detective novels (very popular at the moment, as I'm sure you all know) featuring the Renaissance philosopher and proto-scientist (if that's the right description) Giordano Bruno.
With such a fascinating historical character as the hero it should have been interesting, shouldn't it? Instead, I found it clunky and irritating, with some wince-inducing anachronisms, and the number of adverbs the author packed into almost every sentence was really irritating (see icon).
Shan't read any more of them - not even to find out if the story (who knows how many books down the line) will end the way Bruno's story actually ended, with him being burned at the stake by the Inquisition.
Shan't watch the next series of Daredevil either (because there's bound to be another, everyone seems to love it except me).
Best of all would be if I could just give myself permission to stop watching/reading stuff mid-read/watch if I decide I don't like it. :(
One day, maybe.
On a less grumpy note, I've galloped through my rewatch of The Americans season 1 and am now on season 2. It's so, so good! I hope season 3 will come out on DVD eventually, but who knows? Amazon Prime have the two earlier seasons on demand. Season 3 will probably go that way too. And anyway, the days of the box set are probably numbered, which is sad.
Oh well.