I love brains!
I finally watched Frankenstein (2004, Luke Goss) through last night. Well, okay, I skipped quite a bit just because what was happening made me so sad. The Frankenstein monster may have done terrible things, but in the context of an abused, twisted and almost childlike understanding of the world. He is not excusable, but neither is Victor Frankenstein. I was going to read the book again, but several events were familiar when I watched the movie so I decided it would just be depressing.
Then we watched Pushing Daisies right on the heels of it. OMG. Ned and Chuck could totally become saccharine, but with Emerson there to interrupt them--and tell us that yes, the show knows they're sappy, not just GLORIOUSLY TWU LUV--it's sweet.
I don't even know WHY I love Emerson so much, and Olive is rapidly catching up. She's so itty bitty and dynamic and unabashed! She deserves so much more than unrequited love. AND OMG SIMONE. SIMONE SIMONE SIMONE. I LOVED HER SO SO MUCH. The whole episode I was going 'don't let it be her don't let it be her'. Tell me she comes back. NO WAIT DON'T REALLY TELL ME.
Thus, with this unorthodox procession of media, my mother and I have conceived of crackiest pairing ever, y/y? Frankenstein and Olive Snook! (The 2004 Frankenstein's monster, since I've never seen any other movies.) Seriously, at the end of the movie I announced I was mentally erasing that ending and making a happier one for the monster--my mother agreed this was a desirable endeavor--and at the end of the episode I was all sadfaced and then through a strange conflation of ideas--she said it first! although only in the context of (I thought you were going to say...)--we came to this conclusion.
She'd feed him whenever he wanted, he'd give her unconditional love, devotion, loyalty and protection! Come on, Olive's awesome! She'd get past the whole pallor and dramatic cape and unwashed hair! To the....homicidal monster....beneath. Right! We'll just put it back when he was a nice monster.
This makes me laugh so much I felt I had to share.
Then we watched Pushing Daisies right on the heels of it. OMG. Ned and Chuck could totally become saccharine, but with Emerson there to interrupt them--and tell us that yes, the show knows they're sappy, not just GLORIOUSLY TWU LUV--it's sweet.
I don't even know WHY I love Emerson so much, and Olive is rapidly catching up. She's so itty bitty and dynamic and unabashed! She deserves so much more than unrequited love. AND OMG SIMONE. SIMONE SIMONE SIMONE. I LOVED HER SO SO MUCH. The whole episode I was going 'don't let it be her don't let it be her'. Tell me she comes back. NO WAIT DON'T REALLY TELL ME.
Thus, with this unorthodox procession of media, my mother and I have conceived of crackiest pairing ever, y/y? Frankenstein and Olive Snook! (The 2004 Frankenstein's monster, since I've never seen any other movies.) Seriously, at the end of the movie I announced I was mentally erasing that ending and making a happier one for the monster--my mother agreed this was a desirable endeavor--and at the end of the episode I was all sadfaced and then through a strange conflation of ideas--she said it first! although only in the context of (I thought you were going to say...)--we came to this conclusion.
She'd feed him whenever he wanted, he'd give her unconditional love, devotion, loyalty and protection! Come on, Olive's awesome! She'd get past the whole pallor and dramatic cape and unwashed hair! To the....homicidal monster....beneath. Right! We'll just put it back when he was a nice monster.
This makes me laugh so much I felt I had to share.
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