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So. I ended up watching Plunkett and Macleane last night. *blinks*
Largely, it must be admitted, as the result of a multifandom fanvid - I wanted to know what the hell Alan Cumming was in that had him wearing that much flamboyant (and slightly sinister) makeup, and accepting a little purple something from a small, scruffy man who turned out, about ten minutes into my watching the actual movie, to have been Robert Carlyle. *shrugs* That actually happens to me rather a lot: the major causes of my weirder forays into the realms of film and TV have been either late night/early morning TV (that period between around 2am and 10am where stations put all the weird shit on), or multifandom vids, or linkhopping on youtube/TV tropes/fanfiction. In the same way most of my weirder forays into literature (for certain values of the word) have been the results of either the library/second-hand bookshops (the late-night TV equivalent) or linkhopping on TV tropes/recs sites/fanfiction.
(Probably the weirdest movies I ended up watching that way - late-night TV - were After Hours, in which the protagonist has a series of incredibly bizarre misadventures as a result of staying after hours, culminating in getting chased through the night by a mob led by an ice-cream truck (and witnessing a murder, which he chose to ignore on the grounds of fuck that shit, I've had enough tonight), and one which I can never remember the name of, involving a reincarnated couple, a murder-mystery, and a crap tonne of scissors/scissor imagery. *shrugs*)
And now I'm in a mood for the 18th century. So ... Scarlet Pimpernel, or Hornblower?
Largely, it must be admitted, as the result of a multifandom fanvid - I wanted to know what the hell Alan Cumming was in that had him wearing that much flamboyant (and slightly sinister) makeup, and accepting a little purple something from a small, scruffy man who turned out, about ten minutes into my watching the actual movie, to have been Robert Carlyle. *shrugs* That actually happens to me rather a lot: the major causes of my weirder forays into the realms of film and TV have been either late night/early morning TV (that period between around 2am and 10am where stations put all the weird shit on), or multifandom vids, or linkhopping on youtube/TV tropes/fanfiction. In the same way most of my weirder forays into literature (for certain values of the word) have been the results of either the library/second-hand bookshops (the late-night TV equivalent) or linkhopping on TV tropes/recs sites/fanfiction.
(Probably the weirdest movies I ended up watching that way - late-night TV - were After Hours, in which the protagonist has a series of incredibly bizarre misadventures as a result of staying after hours, culminating in getting chased through the night by a mob led by an ice-cream truck (and witnessing a murder, which he chose to ignore on the grounds of fuck that shit, I've had enough tonight), and one which I can never remember the name of, involving a reincarnated couple, a murder-mystery, and a crap tonne of scissors/scissor imagery. *shrugs*)
And now I'm in a mood for the 18th century. So ... Scarlet Pimpernel, or Hornblower?
