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Yeah, well.

I was going to wait for the end of the series to write an over-all reaction/meta regarding "Miracle Day".

As the serires progressed I simply hated it and doubted I would even bother to talk about it.

This was not the "Torchwood" I loved, not the first two seasons and not CoE.

This was a mediocre trash sci-fi production I avoided, because well, it was trash.

Every minute of the first six episodes filled me with rage and hatred towards RTD, who took a show I loved, loved so much, loved as I would a friend, and decided to scorch the earth with it.

The concept was brilliant, the execution far less so, putting it mildly. Not to mention, that the reason I decided to watch was due to loyalty to Jack and Gwen and they kept getting shafted by these idiot Americans!

And then, now, episode seven. The episode I will most likely watch again, just because it was so gorgeous (the torture was gratuitous, we get it, it fucking hurts and we get the Jesus imagery, which was far more poignant when Angelo cleaned Jack's feet, by the way, than the idiotic vio dolorosa) and was exactly what "Torchwood" is supposed to be - a dialogue with history, the audience and with Jack himself as a constant outsider.

I resent, really fucking resent, that I had to sit through the shit that were the first six episodes in order to be able to love the show again. Especially considering it is going to take a dive in the next ep, because, well, this is as good as it gets.

Oh my god, Jack, where have you been until now?

The religious angle is an interesting one, especially as it intersects with the rest of the narrative regarding immortality/mortality.

I was dreading this ep, because I had been dreading them all, so I was not expecting it to be as good as it was. I'm still dreading the next episode, because it can't be as good as this one.

Date: 2011-08-21 07:38 pm (UTC)
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I did wonder what you thought of the concentration camp part? - it made me very upset and I've stopped watching it.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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