![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I spent some serious quality time watching Magnificent Seven with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pixyofthestyx this weekend (in between attempting and failing to randomly meet up with Hollins people at Katsucon, visiting the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History whilst still in costume, and getting lost on the DC Metro, again still in costume, but at least I removed the cravat and hat), and damn but that show is adorable. Why didn’t I notice how friggin’ cute all those guys were back when I watched it in high school? I swear, they beat out SGA-1 and the cast of Lonesome Dove: The Outlaw Years to rival MASH unit 4077 and Sharpe and the Chosen Men in the aborable-ness stakes, and only a tiny handful of Barbara Hambly characters surpass them (except when it comes to the woobie factor. No one, not even John Sheppard or Hawkeye Pierce, can out-woobie Major Richard Sharpe as played by Sean Bean. The utterly betrayed and emotionally destroyed look on his face during the court-martial scene in Sharpe’s Honour? Defines woobie).
Also, it turns out that Ezra Standish is about three inches shorter, fifteen pounds lighter, and five years younger than my fourteen-year-old self remembers him being. And based on the “in drag” shots in “Working Girls,” Anthony Stark’s waist is approximately the same size as mine. *boggles* I always thought that those fic writers who made Ezra all fragile-looking and small and [insert smarminess and purple prose using the word ‘orbs’ here] were channeling bad Sentinal fic vibes. Turns out they’re only exagerating about 1/3 as much as I thought they were.
The people who turn Vin Tanner into an emotionally fragile uke, though? Still on crack.
pixyofthestyx this weekend (in between attempting and failing to randomly meet up with Hollins people at Katsucon, visiting the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History whilst still in costume, and getting lost on the DC Metro, again still in costume, but at least I removed the cravat and hat), and damn but that show is adorable. Why didn’t I notice how friggin’ cute all those guys were back when I watched it in high school? I swear, they beat out SGA-1 and the cast of Lonesome Dove: The Outlaw Years to rival MASH unit 4077 and Sharpe and the Chosen Men in the aborable-ness stakes, and only a tiny handful of Barbara Hambly characters surpass them (except when it comes to the woobie factor. No one, not even John Sheppard or Hawkeye Pierce, can out-woobie Major Richard Sharpe as played by Sean Bean. The utterly betrayed and emotionally destroyed look on his face during the court-martial scene in Sharpe’s Honour? Defines woobie).Also, it turns out that Ezra Standish is about three inches shorter, fifteen pounds lighter, and five years younger than my fourteen-year-old self remembers him being. And based on the “in drag” shots in “Working Girls,” Anthony Stark’s waist is approximately the same size as mine. *boggles* I always thought that those fic writers who made Ezra all fragile-looking and small and [insert smarminess and purple prose using the word ‘orbs’ here] were channeling bad Sentinal fic vibes. Turns out they’re only exagerating about 1/3 as much as I thought they were.
The people who turn Vin Tanner into an emotionally fragile uke, though? Still on crack.
From:
no subject
Every time his body language screams "I NEED A HUG!" and no one does, I hate everyone in the room for their failure. (Which is why I like Maggie Joyce. She hugged him. Good girl.)
Um, hi. *grin* I've been stalking your LJ since your ship_manifesto essay and a well-timed deluge of hormones turned me into a raving Sharpe fan. Thanks for that.
From:
no subject
They're probably afraid he'd bite them, which is a silly fear, since Sharpe is, if possible, easier than Lt. Col. Sheppard and James Bond put together (and desperate for even a scrap of affection). I comfort myself with the knowledge that Harper is giving him all of the hugs he could possibly need at various points between scenes.
I've been stalking your LJ since your ship_manifesto essay and a well-timed deluge of hormones turned me into a raving Sharpe fan. Thanks for that.
*grins* You're welcome. My ulterior motive in writing that essay was to try and pimp the Sharpe-love to as many people as possible.
Have you read any of the books, or only watched the series?
From:
no subject
Crafty fiend!
The essay planted the idea, then
Have you read any of the books, or only watched the series?
Reading books, watching series. Netflix is evidence for the existance of a just and loving god; hell if I could afford the movie set otherwise. Have the last two movies left to watch. Have read Rifles, Eagle, Company, and Sword, and am trying to remember the name of one that I evidently read ages ago and forgot -- evil Spaniard, likes to beat people to death, Sharpe and Harper wind up trooping through some sewers with a couple of rifle-toting Spanish girls they rescued from French rapists.
From:
no subject
I know the one you mean, but my mind is blanking on the title. The South Essex briefly acquires a new officer whom Sharpe harbors an irational hatred for and briefly considers shooting in the back, and the evil villain is the half brother of a wealthy merchant who's selling provisions to the French, right?
Sharpe's Sword was the book that introduce naive 13-year-old me to the concept of slash, way back when. Somewhere around the point where Harper found Sharpe in the "death room," I began to harbor suspicions that maybe they were more than just good friends (possibly sparked by the way Sharpe kept calling Harper's name instead of Teresa's, or maybe by the way Harper reacts when he finds him).
Be warned, the last couple of movie feature The Frenchwoman Who Shall Not Be Named (also known as Lucille, and generally regarded with a loathing otherwise reserved only for that mute girl in the film version of Sword). Sharpe suposedly marries her and settles down with her... at least, until he runs off to South America with Harper.
From:
no subject
That's the one. In retrospect, I think that scene is the precise moment I fell in love with Sharpe. He's such a bastard when he hates people, and I don't mean in the legal sense.
Sword is so insanely slashy that they couldn't deslashify it if they tried -- and I think they did. So much Sharpe/Harper interaction got sacrificed so that mute chick could get some of Sharpe's magical healing cock ... yet at the same time, Sharpe's relationship with Jack Spears went from friendly rivalry to raging man-crush, I thought he was going to kiss him in the library, I've seen Westerns with less UST than this, woa.
Of course, I love Sharpe/Teresa as much as Sharpe/Harper. There's a distinct danger of me writing a ship manifesto for them, after 1. I finish the series and 2. I magically cease to be lazy. Something about hot, competent, heavily-armed women with accents ...
From:
no subject
Until we watched Sharpe's Honour, I hadn't realized that it was possible to be aggressively woobie.
And, god, the Magnificent Seven are all scarily endearing. I'd remembered thinking that they were all deeply cool the first time I watched it, but somehow not realized how cute they all were. I think in someways the most fun part of re-watching that show was discovering how, well incredibly endearing some of the characters I hadn't cared about as much as a kid were.