"you're good on rooves"

[sab]

Or to quote for the millionth time this review I read, which described Torchwood as "easily the best show about a bisexual time-traveller standing on various rooftops in Wales."

So, I'm re-watching the Torchwood season premiere, "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang," which is the one with James Marsters.

(It's also important to note that I'm watching Torchwood because I had to stop watching David Tennant hosting the Friday Night Project, because it nearly KILLED me. Clearly it, like the Tennant Video Diaries, is the sort of thing I will only be able to watch in very very small increments, BECAUSE OF THE EXPLODING. His mouth! His hair! His...all wiggly and throwing his head back and laughing! Fanfic! Underpants! Although, to be fair, the actual late-night variety show part of FNP isn't really his milieu. I mean, he can give a monologue and record some sketches and wraparounds and whatever, but you just get the feeling he should be off doing Shakespeare somewhere instead OR NAKED IN MY HOUSE.)

Anyway, where was I? Oh, right.

Leadership.

*clears throat*

First, if they're trying to make John Barrowman look LESS queeny, setting him against James Marsters isn't really the best way to do that. Mostly you just watch Marsters snarl and cock his guns, and wait for Barrowman to burst into song.



Captain Jack wears brown shoes. I mean, for real. Someone thinks this is okay? And also I really gotta call him on the pleated pants. After two years, it's a shame a man with such snappy suspenders and such a swoopy coat shouldn't have the pants and shoes to pull it off. And then Marsters comes in in his skin-tight tee and flared drum majorette coat and cheekbones, and, IJS, no wonder Tosh flirts with him.

Elsewhere, Gareth David Lloyd does some really brilliant stuff in his reaction to Jack asking him on a date. Seriously, if you rewatch, watch him stumble after Jack asks him out, with his little "um, as long as it's not in an office" and then trying to regain it with his muttering as he turns away, "some fantasies should be kept to yourself," that whole panicked/excited/embarrassed thing, and he just nails it. OH IANTO.

I have some more things to say about this ep, and also more importantly about how Jack is helping bring back the side hair-part, which is a trend for men I encourage, especially Bryllcreem'd like the dudes on Mad Men, but it's so late it's almost earth hour already (this is exaggeration for comic effect, I am in Los Angeles where it's 3:32am, and Earth Hour's not till 8 pm tomorrow, so keep yer sox on...) and I'd really like to fall asleep soon. That and the fact that my runon sentences seem to have reached critical limits, and if I continue writing there's a good chance I'll never find the end -

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Hey, the brown shoes go with the pleats that go with the side hair-part!

You don't seriously think they are trying to make him less queeny ...

[calligrafiti.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been bitching about those brown shoes since last season. (Just ask nnmpsn.) I suspect they, and the pleated pants, are some sort of period thing, to go with the coat. But I think that sometimes style should triumph over historical accuracy, especially when it's your daily dress and not something you're wearing to an SCA event.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

I have a terrible confession to make: neither Barrowman nor Marsters do anything for me in that episode, and I don't think they have any chemistry. Absolute minority opinion, I know. But there it is.

[fourteenlines.livejournal.com]

*cough* I never did tell you that my family "met" David Tennant, did I? When they were in England over Christmas visiting my dad's family, they spent a few days in London and ended up staying at the same hotel as Tennant, out near the airport. Apparently he is just as attractive in person. (My sister got his autograph for me.)

[sloganeer.livejournal.com]

I like the brown shoes, but, you're right, the pleats have got to go.

[allthingsholy.livejournal.com]

Torchwood = "easily the best show about a bisexual time-traveller standing on various rooftops in Wales."

That's definitely the funniest thing I've heard all day. And my thing with John Barrowman is that I first saw him doing "Putting It Together," a Sondheim revue with Carol Burnett and George Hearn (and oh, they are all fantastic in it, especially Mr. Barrowman) and he'll never not be the singing and dancing kind.

My love/hate relationship is long and twisty, with them inventing plot lines out of thin air and then dropping them and forgetting all that, and it's not the greatest scifi sex drama ever (okay, maybe it it, because that's a hard target to get at) but it's damn entertaining.

In addition, David Tennant tops my list of Sexy Men Alive Right Now. No, seriously, it's magnet'ed to my fridge at this very moment, and there the pretty Scot sits, with his oral fixation and ridiculous hair. Oh, I love him.

[lenadances.livejournal.com]

"easily the best show about a bisexual time-traveller standing on various rooftops in Wales."

I am more than a little bit in love with this description. It says so much.