Been a while, eh?
13 October 2023 16:32![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scifirenegadeYou know, first month of uni, lots of work, blah blah. The good thing is that I can "recycle" some old themes, which means I have half of the things done :D
And yeah, I'm still riding that Veidt train. Passing of the Third Floor Back was surprisingly good. I think if he wasn't in it, I would take the piss out of it. But he was, and he made me believe. For 1 hour and a half at least, my pessimistic self had faith in humanity. It's also one of his most subdued performances, and very very different from his silents. (And colour me impressed when I found fic!)
Then this past week or so I knocked off the list two "oh no 1910s/1920s" films: Fear (1917) and The Indian Tomb (1921). Conny is barely in Fear, but we do get a striking close up (and then he astral-projects into a white colonialist's house to get his artifact back, which was cool). No idea if I was supposed to feel sorry for the aforementioned white colonialist. He stole shit. He gets cursed. Good ridance lol.
The Indian Tomb features more Veidt action (he gets an upgrade and becomes Maharaja), but a) 1920s European levels of racism, and b) 3 and a half hours long. It's so, so boring. I have the urge to do what I did with Russell's Corrie episodes: cut everything out but his scenes.
And today, it was Nju (1924). With that Jannings fellow. I don't like him at all. Bergner was excellent as Nju (first movie she did, but she was a stage actress). Poor Nju, all she wants is to leave her shitty husband, and she ends up with an almost as shitty seducer man (that's Veidt). Shame the movie looks like humanity's last film, the print was not well preserved. It's difficult to tell what is happening.
And so I watch Caligari, yet again... Which is what sent me into this spiral of, let's face it, obssession. The thing is, I watched for the first time more than 10 years ago, plus some other silent German films. Oh and Casablanca. And I liked him very much. And the more I knew about him, the more I liked him. But somehow, I never had that unstoppable desire to "I need to watch everything he ever did ASAP or I will die". Somehow. But when I watched Caligari last month, I don't know. Maybe the planets were aligned (or the autism was going strong that day), but it hit me differently.
Also, I have the urge to write Ich und die Kaiserin fic. Oh dear...
Hit a bit of a roadblock on the Barbara and the TARDIS crack!fic, so I'm working on something else in the meantime. Poor Barbara, I promise to get back to you.
I have not forgotten about those P&P adaptations! And Blake's 7! (Will probably watch one or two eps of the 80s P&P series tonight).
And yeah, I'm still riding that Veidt train. Passing of the Third Floor Back was surprisingly good. I think if he wasn't in it, I would take the piss out of it. But he was, and he made me believe. For 1 hour and a half at least, my pessimistic self had faith in humanity. It's also one of his most subdued performances, and very very different from his silents. (And colour me impressed when I found fic!)
Then this past week or so I knocked off the list two "oh no 1910s/1920s" films: Fear (1917) and The Indian Tomb (1921). Conny is barely in Fear, but we do get a striking close up (and then he astral-projects into a white colonialist's house to get his artifact back, which was cool). No idea if I was supposed to feel sorry for the aforementioned white colonialist. He stole shit. He gets cursed. Good ridance lol.
The Indian Tomb features more Veidt action (he gets an upgrade and becomes Maharaja), but a) 1920s European levels of racism, and b) 3 and a half hours long. It's so, so boring. I have the urge to do what I did with Russell's Corrie episodes: cut everything out but his scenes.
And today, it was Nju (1924). With that Jannings fellow. I don't like him at all. Bergner was excellent as Nju (first movie she did, but she was a stage actress). Poor Nju, all she wants is to leave her shitty husband, and she ends up with an almost as shitty seducer man (that's Veidt). Shame the movie looks like humanity's last film, the print was not well preserved. It's difficult to tell what is happening.
And so I watch Caligari, yet again... Which is what sent me into this spiral of, let's face it, obssession. The thing is, I watched for the first time more than 10 years ago, plus some other silent German films. Oh and Casablanca. And I liked him very much. And the more I knew about him, the more I liked him. But somehow, I never had that unstoppable desire to "I need to watch everything he ever did ASAP or I will die". Somehow. But when I watched Caligari last month, I don't know. Maybe the planets were aligned (or the autism was going strong that day), but it hit me differently.
Also, I have the urge to write Ich und die Kaiserin fic. Oh dear...
Hit a bit of a roadblock on the Barbara and the TARDIS crack!fic, so I'm working on something else in the meantime. Poor Barbara, I promise to get back to you.
I have not forgotten about those P&P adaptations! And Blake's 7! (Will probably watch one or two eps of the 80s P&P series tonight).
