Y’all remember last May, when I said that if Elementary (which I was super worried about) turned out okay, I’d eat my hat? Consider my favorite ushanka gobbled, because I am loving it. To be fair, my errant sense of what is and is not good (one of my favorite movies is Rock of Ages, c’mon, people) means that my love does not immediately translate into any meaningful commentary on its quality, but the love is co-signed by friends, critics, and Scott Westerfeld. Step aside, Sherlock, I have a new favorite modern Holmes adaptation. (It’s a niche market.) Here’s three reasons why you should clear up your Thursday nights. Continue reading
based on the novel by Robert Louis Stevenson
As my friend Natalya and I witnessed this BSkyB adaptation of Treasure Island, we both became increasingly aware that the only real memory of Treasure Island we had was via Muppet Treasure Island, one of my favorite movies as a kid. (At the very least, one of the movies I actually remember seeing as a kid, which could really mean anything. But I am fond of it and wish desperately find the soundtrack at an affordable price.) I’ve never read the original novel or been moved to; in fact, the main reason we were watching was because Eddie Izzard was playing Long John Silver, a role we didn’t have to map to a Muppet to piece out.
Once Upon a Time: Season One
based on various fairy tales
It’s really amazing that I didn’t pick up Once Upon a Time as soon as it started airing, given my status as a Disney freak and a general sucker for women with swords. But I didn’t realize ABC was exploiting its Disney connection to the hilt until I heard Jamie Chung had been cast as Mulan and then, after spending time with my friend Anna from high school who loves the show, I decided it was time to catch up for the second season. Which translated into binging the first season in a single weekend while cackling, screaming, and, yes, crying.
I first heard about Game of Thrones a little after the show went into production—it was my introduction to Martin as a whole, although rumors of the series had reached me in my usual fannish activities. (I’m remembering an article celebrating Brienne that was my main impression for quite some time.) From there, I dove into the books a year before the show actually aired, and now I’m desperately hoarding A Dance with Dragons until I hear news of the sixth book and playing Russian roulette with spoilers on the Internet. While it was the show that introduced me to the books, I’m technically a book-firster. So how does the first season of the show compare to the book?
At the beginning of the month, Malinda Lo put up a very interesting post in the wake of Maurice Sendak’s death. While she herself never read Where the Wild Things Are as a kid, it made her think about the books that she connected with as a child. The title of the post, “The Books I Come From”, is absolutely brilliant, so, obviously, I decided to copy it. But the thing is… I actually didn’t read a lot as a kid. (Your disappointment in wee Clare cannot compete with my own.) So none of them are actually books—but if you boiled me down, these texts are, honestly, probably the main components.
Let’s face it, Sherlock Holmes has rarely been a hotter commodity than at this moment—sure, he’s always been around, but he seems inescapable at the moment. We’ve got a successful film franchise gearing up for its third entry, to say nothing of the smash hit of Sherlock. Everybody and their mom watches it, the fandom is so ravenous that the production team can’t keep up, and it’s won awards. It’s so popular that CBS has decided to slice up a piece of the Holmesian pie for themselves in their very own Sherlock Holmes show, Elementary, coming to television screens this fall. We got our first look at the show on Thursday, and, guys… I’m concerned.
Every March, my frankly awesome institution hosts a Writers’ Festival, boasting three writers (one of whom is usually an alumna), three readings, three workshops (for finalists who made it into the magazine), and one question and answer session. The invited writers this year were writer Benjamin Percy, poet Joy Harjo, and playwright Jacqueline Goldfinger, who graduated from Agnes Scott in 2000. This year, I was a bit more involved than wandering into events; I was a volunteer, which especially meant carrying luggage and trying to find our guests to get them from Point A to Point B. It was nice, but it does complicate this year’s post, as I went to so many events that I didn’t know which one to cover for the blog! But I think Thursday’s question and answer session will give you a good overview of the Festival as a whole.
Lost in Austen
based on Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I was pretty much speechless after watching Lost in Austen with a friend of mine; we ended up watching Saturday Night Live, well, live as we recovered. Lost in Austen is unique in that it’s the first Mary Sue Self Insert Fic television miniseries I’ve ever seen and will possibly ever see. (Kiss your productivity goodbye!) It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life, to be totally honest—since Mary Sue Self Insert Fics are an important rite of passage in the lives of preteen fangirls, it felt like reading some (remarkably literary) thirteen year old’s diary. It’s… something to be experienced.
The Silver Chair
based on The Silver Chair by C. S. Lewis
You may recall my review of the 1988 BBC television adaptation of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe—it was, uh, not a positive one. So why on earth would I want to subject myself to more of the BBC Narnia adaptations? Well, poking through a The Chronicles of Narnia message board to research some reviews, I discovered that Tom Baker, the Fourth Doctor himself, played Puddleglum in the 1990 BBC television adaptation of The Silver Chair. As a New Whovian easing into old Doctor Who, I’ve heard fantastic things about Tom Baker as the Fourth Doctor and I thought this might be a good way to get introduced. In any case, the Pevensies are nowhere to be seen, so we’re safe, right?
While my college is awesome and superior and all that (name another school with a sisterhood that bears Black Rings of Power—I dare you), it is quite small—any amazing event on campus is naturally open to the public. Ten minutes away, however, lies Emory, where, you may recall, I attended a lecture by the magnificent Margaret Atwood. On Thursday, my friend Natalya, to whom I owe Herculean favors now, invited me to a pre-screening of the first episode of Game of Thrones, HBO’s television adaptation of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire.
Needless to say, it was amazing. I will do my best to avoid spoilers, but I can’t promise one hundred percent accuracy.