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finefoxyladies I finished Broadchurch S1. Spoiler-free reaction: wow, Olivia Colman. She's incredible. I also knew, thanks to spoiling myself, that Ellie's judgmental "How could you not know?" would come back to haunt her in the final episode, and indeed it did. Life lesson from Broadchurch: maybe keep your judgmental opinions to yourself so that they don't end up showing you are fallible and human in a devastating ironic way!
I went to Mean Girls: The Musical on Wednesday, my second time seeing it. I feel like it's one of those shows that I enjoy but the songs immediately fall out of my head the minute I leave. This time I mostly ended up reflecting on what a murderers' row of comedians the movie cast is. Post-The Dropout, I will see genius in everything Amanda Seyfried does--yes, even being proximal to Eddie Redmayne's Kermit the Frog-esque singing in Les Mis: The Atrocity. But the most underappreciated of that murderers' row, the one who didn't get the "I'm a cool mom!" line, is Ana Gasteyer. Perhaps it is my love of American Auto speaking here--mourn you forever, American Auto, you were owed 3 or 4 seasons, but no one wants to commit to comedies anymore, except ABC, I guess?--but her reading of "But you love Ladysmith Black Mambazo!" is A+++. I'm also moving along in People of Earth, and the writing team on that show sure got Ana Gasteyer. Just watched an Emily Heller-scripted ep, and Ana gets a few great one-liners and a rant, which she excels at.
In other David Jenkins-adjacent or OFMD-adjacent news, I watched the movie Yesterday, because it was $1.99 to rent and because it has Joel Fry in it. Yesterday is not very good, despite being directed by Danny Boyle, and it only makes a person daydream about what kind of boss Frenchie will be while you're avoiding the movie's message to be yourself and fame destroys people and whatever. And when you're done daydreaming about Frenchie as captain, then you meander back to your favorite topic, When Will OFMD Get Renewed Already, feat. I Need To Know About Ed and Stede. I'm stewing on whether I should watch Love Birds. I have to say: Broadchurch really took some wind out of my sails. I mean, I started the new season of Fargo with Mel last night, but I'm thinking of transitioning to movies for a bit. More challenging and better than Yesterday, but, like, not too hard and not full of tragedy.
Gotta watch that Hannah Waddingham Christmas variety special while I decorate today, which is any minute now, I'm sure. Definitely not putting it off because I'll have to move the 2-ft tall stack of unread books off my side table, which I'm going to interpret as a massive failure of 2023. I'm also (finally?) getting my COVID booster this afternoon. Went to the wrong dang Walgreens the first time around. Thanksgiving has been so very full of travel and time away from home that my hope today and tomorrow is to not do much of anything. I entertained the idea of going to my nephew's hockey game today, but after coffee and time saying words to the cats, I've now roundly rejected that idea in favor of maaaaaaaaaaaybe going to Target for a few groceries and getting said jab to protect me from lung virus.
I went to Mean Girls: The Musical on Wednesday, my second time seeing it. I feel like it's one of those shows that I enjoy but the songs immediately fall out of my head the minute I leave. This time I mostly ended up reflecting on what a murderers' row of comedians the movie cast is. Post-The Dropout, I will see genius in everything Amanda Seyfried does--yes, even being proximal to Eddie Redmayne's Kermit the Frog-esque singing in Les Mis: The Atrocity. But the most underappreciated of that murderers' row, the one who didn't get the "I'm a cool mom!" line, is Ana Gasteyer. Perhaps it is my love of American Auto speaking here--mourn you forever, American Auto, you were owed 3 or 4 seasons, but no one wants to commit to comedies anymore, except ABC, I guess?--but her reading of "But you love Ladysmith Black Mambazo!" is A+++. I'm also moving along in People of Earth, and the writing team on that show sure got Ana Gasteyer. Just watched an Emily Heller-scripted ep, and Ana gets a few great one-liners and a rant, which she excels at.
In other David Jenkins-adjacent or OFMD-adjacent news, I watched the movie Yesterday, because it was $1.99 to rent and because it has Joel Fry in it. Yesterday is not very good, despite being directed by Danny Boyle, and it only makes a person daydream about what kind of boss Frenchie will be while you're avoiding the movie's message to be yourself and fame destroys people and whatever. And when you're done daydreaming about Frenchie as captain, then you meander back to your favorite topic, When Will OFMD Get Renewed Already, feat. I Need To Know About Ed and Stede. I'm stewing on whether I should watch Love Birds. I have to say: Broadchurch really took some wind out of my sails. I mean, I started the new season of Fargo with Mel last night, but I'm thinking of transitioning to movies for a bit. More challenging and better than Yesterday, but, like, not too hard and not full of tragedy.
Gotta watch that Hannah Waddingham Christmas variety special while I decorate today, which is any minute now, I'm sure. Definitely not putting it off because I'll have to move the 2-ft tall stack of unread books off my side table, which I'm going to interpret as a massive failure of 2023. I'm also (finally?) getting my COVID booster this afternoon. Went to the wrong dang Walgreens the first time around. Thanksgiving has been so very full of travel and time away from home that my hope today and tomorrow is to not do much of anything. I entertained the idea of going to my nephew's hockey game today, but after coffee and time saying words to the cats, I've now roundly rejected that idea in favor of maaaaaaaaaaaybe going to Target for a few groceries and getting said jab to protect me from lung virus.