Before I drift to sleep upon my cot, Camelot
was enjoyable. Not a great production, but then it's not really a great musical. The score is lovely, but the book is weak. Michael York was all right as Arthur. He can't sing, but neither could Richard Burton or Richard Harris. He had presence. He also had only two gestures, which was kind of annoying. Rachel York (no relation) was a charming Guenevere, though. Beautiful voice. She and James Barbour (Lancelot) found the humor in their characters.
The whole time, I had His Name Is Lancelot
in my head. *headdesk*
So, it's been ten years since Buffy the Vampire Slayer
premiered? I guess I was half-way through my junior year of high school and totally oblivious. It wouldn't have mattered, since my parents were pretty uptight about my tv watching. They never really tried to stop me, but they'd join me and sit around and make stupid comments, which was much worse.
I started watching BtVS in college, in the middle of the sixth season, which was not a good place to start. Still, I liked the idea of one young woman kicking supernatural ass. (And, at the time, I thought James Marsters was pretty.) I didn't really get into the show until last year, when I finally rented Season One.
I love it. Even when it's bad, and it can be very bad at times, I love it. Because the premise is so awesome. It turns a horror convention on its head by giving super powers to the girly girl - who, in most movies, would probably be dead before the first fifteen minutes were up - and letting her kick ass. There's something very stirring about that.
I wish I'd watched the show when it first aired. It wouldn't have made a big difference in my life, but it would have been one more thing to have enjoyed during high school. Until my senior year, there really wasn't much!
(No, I haven't finished my fic. But I'm up to the part with dialogue! Yay Xander! Heh. I've actually never written anything about Buffy herself. And she's my favorite character.)
And apparently it's Remus's birthday too. I didn't write anything. A few years ago, I wrote these two stories about Remus's birthday: Falling For the First Time
and Light All Around Them.
They're both Sirius/Remus, and pretty smutty. If you can forgive me for getting the date wrong (I didn't know!) and the occasional "the other boy" (I was young!) they're still good stories, particularly the second one.