Leaving again tomorrow, back to my hometown, for a small holiday. I’ll be back next Tuesday, just in time to take a deep breath and get mad at work on the first of July. My office work have a peak at the beginning of the month and, god knows why, festivities in Italy have a certain tendency to be at the very end or the very beginning of the month. Therefore, relaxed as I can be when I come back, the day after I will be once more exhausted.
It’s funny the use of the word “coming back” when referring to Italy. Even if I live here since 1998 and I’ve married an Italian, Spain will always be “home”. I have never made the application for the double passport, even if I could have an Italian one. I’ve always lived in rented flats, even if I could have bought one (well, owing the money to the bank until the end of my days for a 60 square mtrs apartment); for me home is elsewhere, on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea.
Regarding the recreational activities, more or less fandomly related, after a long British winter I’m facing a hot American summer. Starting with the object of my distRAction, that will attend tonight in LA the Saturn Awards in a Ophelian-Millais mode on, flower crown included, apparently.
I just can imagine how the many and devoted Hannibal fans feel. For me it would be like if after three chapters of the next Rectify season (before you roll your eyes and think oh, no, there she is again, from today on every reference to that show will be accidental as I have opened another blog another just to write about it) Sundance TV would announce that they cancel the show. I guess that if any of the Hannibal fans have a relation that suffered in their time the cancellation of the first Star Trek Classical series after the third season, that family will be dealing with some really serious trauma.
As a soundtrack for this hot (honestly not very much, for the time being) American summer I can use this song that I have discovered listening to an spotify playlist called the Pulse of Americana. I really like it; Dorothy shouting “why did love put a gun in my hand”, the sound of the harmonica, that guitar… So Thelma & Louise.
Happy times for us tv series aficionados as many good things are being broadcasted these months. Tonight I will discover why the average Game of Thrones fan has been shocked by the season finale and I will study the timetable of my cable tv to find a compatible re-run of True Detective season two. As far as the pirate bay is concerned, I’m ready to assault two luxurious entertainment galleons: Rectify season 3 and Hannibal. I know that the last one is already on the sea, but I’m longing for a very special six feet tall cargo. I’m like Captain Blood waiting for Arabella Bishop to be on board. Moreover, all those who have seen Mr. Armitage’s performance talk about it with praise and admiration.
Rectify, recently awarded with a Peabody, is defined by critics “the best tv show you have not seen”. I have watched since I wrote the previous post on it also season 2 (several times) bought the DVDs of the first, created a playlist with the audios to listen when I walk to and from work, made a couple of fan vids… The average fan/fanartistic collateral activities, including the reading of books mentioned in the show. I would like to think that Ray McKinnon made the protagonist, Daniel Holden, advise his neighbour prisoner Kerwin Whitman to read Somerset Maugham’s “On Human Bondage” because he (Mr. McKinnon) had in mind its protagonist as an alter ego of Daniel. Most probably he just needed a title that would make Kerwin said why had he to read, being black, a book about slavery. Whatever the truth is, the fact is that I had not read anything of Somerset Maugham before, and now I have. Thank you very much, Mr. McKinnon, I have enjoyed the reading a lot and my twitter followers have suffered more than a dozen of quotations of the book. Flannery O’Connor is another writer I didn’t heard at all of before; in the show she is mentioned as the favourite author of the prison chaplain. I have read one of her short stories, “A good man is hard to find”, without searching any information about her, I only knew that she wrote in the 1940’s and 1950’s. Such a surprise, I thought that I’d have read another Harper Lee and instead she was as harsh as James Ellroy. Indeed once you meet the chaplain in season two you understand that he’s not a conventional one. It’s interpreted by Matthew Posey, check out the beginning of my fanvid.
It takes this picture to make this very-distRActed well-wisher in lethargy jump in the chair. Of all the yet unseen Richard Armitage projects, Pilgrimage is the one that, on the paper, interests me more. I love period and historical dramas, historical novels, and so on. The more far-away in time take me my reveries, the better, and oh, my, this is exactly what I’m talking about. I prefer not to know much about a tv series or film before watching it, I always make my research backwards, as I prefer to have the first watch as free of preconceptions as possible. Pilgrimage is not an exception. I have not made a deep study of the sources and I’ve just followed some twitter accounts of a couple of actors involved. But, even if some of them have been generous with behind the scenes pics, Richard Armitage look as the Norman knight Raymond de Merville was sorrounded by mistery. Until now.
It seems that indeed, size fits with this authentical chainmail I saw in the Museum of London. Now, if you allow me, I go sighing elsewhere.