Who knows what death-defying stunts Shelby will pull this time around?
Here I continue, on my somewhat fruitless quest to rewatch all of The Mystery Files of Shelby Woo. I’m four episodes in and I’m still not sure what I’m getting out of this. Probably nothing.
Shelby Woo. I can’t quit you yet, not where there are still 10 more episodes of weird, wholesome, teenage crime-fighting hijinks. Apparently I have a lot of feelings about Shelby, so this time, I’ll just focus on one episode.
Hello lovelies! I’m back after a few weeks of traveling and surviving the crash of my hard drive. Many, many thanks to CherriSpryte for covering for me. You did a great job. So, this week’s episode borrows heavily from a novel and movie that are considered classics of our time. It also deals with the emotional aftermath of one character’s love affair and the destructive ways we sometimes deal with heartache and grief. Read More Retro Recap: Torchwood, Episode 1.11, “Combat”
Hello, friends. Welcome to the inaugural post of the retro recap of Torchwood. I will be one of your guides as we explore a world with some of our favorite things: aliens, bad ass ladies, flirty 51st century men, immortality, a healthy exploration of sexuality and gender fluidity, with a lot of cheek and a good dose of angst, dark humor and some darker themes thrown in for good measure. This is not your momma’s sci-fi series (even if it is a spin-off of the quintessential sci-fi series, Doctor Who). Read More Retro Recap: Torchwood, Episode 1.01, “Everything Changes”
This is *not* a good town. How many of us have-have lost someone who-who just disappeared… or-or got skinned or suffered ‘neck rupture’? And how many of us have been too afraid to speak out? I-I was supposed to lead us in a moment of silence, but, silence is this town’s disease. For too long we-we’ve been plagued by unnatural evils. This isn’t our town anymore. It belongs to the monsters, and the witches and the Slayers.
Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded. Read More Buffy the Vampire Slayer, 3.04: “Beauty and the Beasts”
Sunnydale. Town’s got quaint, and the people: he called me “sir,” don’t you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it’s not a haven for the brothers. You know, strictly the Caucasian persuasion here in the Dale. But you know you just gotta stand up and salute that death rate. I ran a statistical analysis and, Hello Darkness. Makes D.C. look like Mayberry. And ain’t nobody sayin’ boo about it. We could fit right in here. Have us some fun. Read More Ladyghosts of TV Past: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, 3.3, “Faith, Hope, and Trick”