| barbara_hambly ( @ 2008-03-22 19:08:00 |
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Further meditations...
...upon those six guys with vacuum-cleaner hoses on their foreheads trying to take over the universe.
"Oh, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention...
...pardon, gentles
The flat unraised spirit that hath dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object; can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France?....
Oh, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work...
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hooves i' the receiving earth;
For tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings...."
Or Zygons, as the case may be. Although mind you, I do appreciate the computer technology of the current DW series. But, as far too many TV shows and movies attest, all the CGI in the world can't ignite the heart where there isn't good acting and good writing. (Can you spell, 'Jar-Jar Binks'?)
(Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), on the other hand, was a great fan of CGI, or would have been had it existed in the sixteenth century: "...comes out a hideous monster with fire and smoke: and then the miserable beholders are bound to take it [the stage] for a cave. While in the meantime two armies fly in, represented with four swords and bucklers: and then what hard heart will not receive it for a pitched field?")
And, there's nothing like the opening credits of the new series seen on a very large flat-screen TV at close range with a home theater and sub-woofer. Sends my cat bolting out of the room in terror every time.