Au contraire, I should think. Clearly this gentleman has very limited intercourse with women. Or at the very least, certainly doesn't mix in my circles. Nor has he been on the interwebs, because, like, dude.
Meanwhile, controversy surrounds the alleged slashiness of said upcoming fillum, and I just know it's all gonna be damp squib and disappointment (unlike dearest and most beloved Merlin which, despite all protests to the contrary, is indeed the gayest gay tv show ever). That said, all this pointing to the text to prove a point, well, anyone can do that. Why, just this morning As I perilousy perched on the edge of the bus seat (madame would not place her baggage on her lap, thus only allowing me a 2cm strip of seat) over bumpy roads, I managed to read the following (Watson has just tripped over Holmes in an opium den and been invited to stick around):
It was difficult to refuse any of Sherlock Holmes's requests, for they were always so exceedingly definite, and put forward with such an air of mastery. [Me: orly?]
"You'll come with me, Won't you?"
"If I can be of use."
"Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use. And a chronicler still more so. My room at the Cedars is a double-bedded one." [Me: !!!]
[Blah blah blah Exposition Holmes plot blah]
"I was quickly between the sheets..." [Me: o0]
[Some little while later...]
"...a sudden ejaculation caused me to wake up..." [Me: ?!]
[upon waking Watson is cajoled into getting up for another jaunt around town. Holmes in is cheery affectionate mode]
"Come on, my boy..."
Aw, sweet. It's almost a pet name. Well, I said almost. Anyhoo, the double bed is canon, at least in this instance. I'm just sayin', cause anyone can point to the text and pick out the bits they want. Sure, burn me for a heretic, but it's fun. And I just love the way Watson completely drops his life when Holmes requires him. It really is as though Watson isn't alive unless working on a case with Holmes, much as Holmes supports his boredom with drugs when not engaged. Some characters have lives off the page, so to speak, but Watson, he's like a doll on the shelf, the poor dear.
Some Holimes pre-publicity has started to turn up in magazines (okay, out for months there, just unpacked here) and in one I glanced at this morning RDJ mentions a tender scene where Holmes praises Watson for his ability to stay silent and let Holmes do his thing. This bemused me because it's a quote from the very same scene that contains the offer of a double-bed. Heh.
But me and RDJ wilfully misreading the text aside, they're quite right when they (RDJ et JL) say that the two boys are a proper buddy team and not hero and bumbling sidekick, despite previous presentations, because dear Watson isn't bumbling nor a lackey. Nor does Holmes barely tolerate him as seen in some versions. In fact I've been surprised in my re-reading just how very affection Holmes is towards Watson. He regrds Watson very highly and he is Holmes's "only friend". One feels that Holmes loves Watson as much as it is possible for a man like Holmes to care about anyone (he's not particularly socialised, old Holmes). This was a very happy surprise, and it makes Watson seem much less stalker/lackey/fanboy/hanger on that he sometimes appears.
Put it this way, he's Arthur to Holmes's Merlin.
It's funny because I have read these before (though so long ago it's only the smallest scraps that strike me as familiar) but I don't think I've engaged so much with a book in a while. To the point where I've nearly forgotten to get off the bus several times now. Perhaps it's my hard won familiarity with Victorian writing, or the idea that dear Watson is now Jude Law and not some pensionable old stage luvvie, but Dr John seems far less fussy and annoying but vibrant and alive as well as thoughtful, caring, funny, unwittingly deep in bromance with his BFF and sweetly endearing in his own shortcomings and need for approval. Hero worship, by any other name. Not that Holmes gets off scott free, and the way Watson swings from annoyance to fanboy to annoyed again is quite amusing. It rings so true that I wonder upon whom the archetypes are based.
JW has been a little less needy in the last couple of stories, but it really depends on whether or not Holmes has let him in on his plans or not. There is much fretting (and throwing of books across rooms) when Holmes goes off without Watson. It's so cute. The short story I read yesterday bemused me, hinging as it did on a knowledge of the Victorian goldfields. Doyle had some subtle Aussie lingo down as well as the cringingly obvious, so he must have known some antipodean. I was impressed anyway, considering how badly done by are my fellow countrymen in most modern works. Mr Doyle has an ear for dialogue, and unexpected comedy, as per the observation that the difference between a woman who suspects she has been wronged and one who knows she has is a broken door bell. Snort.
Hey ho. What a week. Alas, didn't get to crack any of the dvds I had lined up for my hoped for weekend of quiet contemplation, but I did get to catch up on a month's worth of the Tudors (though I was still called out of the room at vital moments) but it didn't really matter because I was more about the drooling over Suffolk than any historical detail that might have crept into the plot. My, but Mr Cavill is a pretty wee thing (but his "consternation" still looked more like "constipation" but never mind, he tries, and his sneering at Cromwell, who surely can't have been as toady as Mr Frain portrays him, is entertaining enough).
Bit of a pro-Catholic slant, the old Tooders, with the reformers all portayed as mad as meat axes and the Catholics and sekrit Catholics all daintly concerned of the human condition, etc, but, oh well, shrug. Tis bemusing to be reminded that the path twixt medieval superstition and tea with the vicar in country parsonages did not run smoothly. Lots of corpses dangling from gallows trees, in other words, and poor Suffolk doing his best to look anguished (or maybe his pretty shiny armour is pinching?).
I also went and got me hair done. After being mistaken for being much older twice last week that was it. Of course it was absolutely the worst possible time but somehow I made it to the designated chair at the appointed time, and the chap who runs the salon, he's gruff but he's a treasure. Realising I was unwell he was so gentle and refused to give me anything but my regular cut (because usually he's harping on me to cut it all off but he knew I wasn't on form to make such a decision). A proper gentleman, in other words. He did a cracking job, too. I went looking like Gaius and emerged looking like Morgana. Well, okay, Gaius with Morgana's hair, but you get the idea.
So there I was, up all night suffering my midnight miseries, loooking absolutely wretched in my old pjs, but with stunning hair. Alas, it's a bit less stunning now (must ask what he put through it to make it behave) but it amused me mightily to be so ill with such fanastic hair on Saturday night.
That was pretty much it. Finally potted up a fern I'd bought the other week, did washing, etc, blah blah blah. Oh, I caught the last episode of North and South (so at least I got my much needed Armitage fix). It always strikes me that the series was meant to have two more parts but ran out of budget because suddenly folks are dropping like flies and other folks are estranged, reunited, estranged and then united again, fortunes rise, fall and it's all wrapped up with unseemly haste and within ten minutes hero and heroine are at last locking lips in a railway carriage. But I've not read the book since high school so maybe it's meant to skip about like that? Does it really matter when Mr Armitage is skulking, scowling, brooding and smouldering with such intensity. Happy sigh.
Saw bits of the SPN finale (it was a long hard cold cereal at midnight kinda day and the marmalade wouldn't set and, well, bollocks). Sigh. I loved that show and while it had its moments (Dean's hamburger heaven made me smile), I dunno. And if they're gonna conjur demons, can they look like Fassy (Now if Sam had been seduced to the dark side by Demonic Fassy I'd have been much more entertained)? Sorry, it just all got a bit Hex towards the end. And not in a good way. But perhaps duped Sam can be lured back into the fold with patsy Dean. Honestly, not very heroic, boys, being played by both sides like that.
I much prefer the brothers Maverick. Not that there's a good Maverick or a bad Maverick. They seem to be pretty much interchangeable. The only difference is that James Garner says yes to the episodes that involve swanning around dance halls with showgirls and no to the episodes that involve being tied up by injuns. Thus it's always poor Bart who is being smacked over the head, tied up, half drowned and never ending up with the girl (his lack of concern over the last is what bemuses so). I could talk of the first episode where Bart was introduced, and I must have missed the bit of them being brothers because there they were, in a state of undress, indulging in towel flicking and I was thinking the Winchesters never gave us salad days like these, alas. It's a competitive relationship with much indifference and mild antagonism, but sometimes, once or twice a season, they do ride to one or the other's rescue, usually with much smug gloating involved. One would assume they'd been raised by wolves, or a wolf, anyway, and the oft repeated teachings of their Pappy don't really dispute the whole raised by wolves theory (and the Winchesters think their dad had questionable values?).
But I gotta say, it's the recurring characters that really make the show, especially when Bart partners up with them, And boy, do I mean partners up. Especially with Doc. Oh my. Must get screengrabs of the best scenes (Bart+Doc4EVA!). And I'm not saying anything, either, but I also wonder about the type of company Bart keeps, you know, Dandy Jim, Gentleman John, Lavender Larry, Foppish Fred, Effete Ernest...
Meanwhile, himself have been in Melbourne (hence the cold cereal) and reports back on seeing the Austen exhibit (with that shirt) and the Star Wars exhibit:
Anyway, can I see the shirt without thinking 'I'm having a postmodern moment'?; or see Luke's prosthetic hand without thinking of Fry's 'I'll break it in later tonight'?
No to both.
Anyway it's still workworkwork here (I have to have a new website up by October, no pressure) so I haven't even seen Pushing Daisies this week. Whimper.
Friday: Himself is back and I had a proper tea (curry) last night. Hooray.
The Specials Tour In Melbourne
The Strange Case of Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson and a bed
Gay twist on Sherlock Holmes story could backfire
John Watson (Sherlock Holmes)
A Brief History of Sherlock Holmes
At Louvre, Many Stop to Snap but Few Stay to Focus
Chicken tikka masala 'invented in Glasgow'
Haggis invented 'by the English'
Pricey lunch lands free trip to Rome
Skarsgård defends 'True Blood' character
Sam Worthington's passport to success
Philip French's screen legends No 63: Margaret Rutherford 1892-1972
Cessna takes off without pilot
Clarkson reassures Top Gear fans
Top Gear VW spoof ad has Poles up in arms
Actor Sam Neill shuns knighthood in NZ
Worthington much in demand in Hollywood
Blushing Barbara's nude Bana moment
Eric Bana says that 'Abs are for people with no friends'
Aussie blokes make the worst husbands, says study
Women Prefer Stephen Fry to Brad Pitt
Top Gear ending? Not unless Clarkson gets hit by a meteorite
Director John Hughes dies
We ain't talking like we used to
Why we love music: the science of songs
Jeremy Clarkson offends Polish on Top Gear tank stunt
Jeremy Clarkson sparks complaints over Top Gear Polish joke
James May building house entirely of Lego
Top Gear's WWII ad hits raw nerve
Jeremy Clarkson upsets the Germans again
Want to find a good man? Don't head Down Under
Radiohead pays tribute to WW1 veteran
The Euston Arch Trust