I’ve never seen such a blatant instance of losing the plot as s4 Gaius—it’s like they forgot about what the point of Gaius was and tried to cobble together a character thesis out of confused hindsight. It’s killing me because he had such a clear, consistent place before, and every now and again I can see it in glimpses amidst the yards of stupid cult bullshit; at least once every episode, there’s a moment of you! you! I see you, I see the point of you, have they remembered the point of you?—and then, no, no, it blinks away into another fucking miracle, another fucking weirdly sincere Jesus tableau, another fundamental fucking misread of THE ENTIRE POINT OF GAIUS BALTAR.

self-obsession and self-loathing
lessons taught by the poet himselfclaire foy as augusta leigh.
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my god people have no problem doing it with iago and richard iii ffs. is it a sex thing? because i really think it is and that depresses me A FUCKING LOT
people think they are correct about sex
people think isabella and angelo-as-directed-by-angelo-before-he-becomes-undone-by-the-fact-that-angelo-thinking-about-sex-is-an-untenable-reality are the reality of the play
when in fact
whole point
they’re not.
that’s why claudio and juliet exist.
and they get fucked over. for trying to be humans. in a world dictated by nutjobs.
like, people get “sex is not actually that bad” but they don’t get the fact that people who think it is are actually corroded by it, are actually two of the most unreliable characters in the canon? they lie to themselves ALL THE TIME because THAT IS THE ONLY WAY ANYONE CAN FUNCTION THE WAY THEY DO, THEY ARE NOT TENABLE HUMANS—
and people read the play and go, “okay, what she said,” i guess.
oldstarnewshine replied to your post: lol i think you will know when henry iv has happened because there will be a sudden rush of incomprehensible posts in which i am just weeping
did you see alls well in the park? because i had all the feelings about it (it was via downton and really class distinct) and suddenly alls well became A THING because… problem plays are the best things SO i want to hear about other productions
I DID NOT. Which I’m sad about, because hello, these are competent motherfuckers and I would very much have liked to see a production that wasn’t soaked in David Esbjornson’s libido’s tears. AHEM. (THE BED TRICK: IN WHICH THAT IS NOT HOW GESTATION WORKS.)
but problem play feelings and LANGUAGE FEELINGS and I wrote up a ljpost that is the size of a small Caribbean island and you should come talk to me because I’m suddenly obsessed with this play? LANGUAGE. PEOPLE LIVING UP TO THE ARTICULATION OF THEIR THOUGHTS. words dictate everything—which also means oh hey bonus factor the comedy is actually a) funny and b) THEMATICALLY CONGRUENT. GOOOO FIGURE.

What happens when you take seven of the most badass ladies from the end of the 19th century, put them in space 3000 years in the future, and give them boots, guns, and an oppressive galactic federation to overthrow?
Shit. Goes. Down.
SUFFRAGETTES IN SPACE!
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Andrea Riseborough for AnOther Magazine
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“We shall be friends,” aka, “Brutus just shat himself.”
