How I Turned on That Weird Box in the Living Room and There Was MAGIC
Dear reader, I have a confession; I’ve been watching TV again. Don’t judge me. You see, all of those promos for The Shannara Chronicles (and I still say ‘shan uh ruh’ not ‘shan are uh’ because the author, Terry Brooks, has brainwashed me; like a less militant Patty Hearst or something) and so, I braved my living room and found the remote for THAT THING.
After replacing the batteries, I got the thing to work, and I turned it onto MTV which has become one of the few channels I watch the last couple of years though I haven’t watched it regularly since The Real World was required watching back in 2001 (two words: Teen Wolf). And I waited.
I should mention that I’m not one of those hystericals who will go on and on about how if a particular adaptation isn’t up to par that it will RUIN a favorite book. Because TV and movies don’t have that power over me. Did I die a little while watching ‘Stardust’ and that appalling ending they gave it? Yes, I did. But now I pretend that it’s bad fanfiction and watch it cause Charlie Cox is adorable and Michelle Pfeiffer is magical; much as the HBO adaptation of Game of Thrones has captured me on it’s own merits, not just because I love the books. Additionally, while the desecration of ‘A Winter’s Tale’ in it’s adaptation is rather appalling, the casting was SPOT ON.
So my interest for Shannara (there I go and do it again) Chronicles was high, but my actual fan investment was rather low. Or so I thought. Because the minute Austin Butler (whose lips deserve their own screen credit) appeared on screen, I knew we’d be okay. Because he pretty much captured Wil Ohmsford in about 3 minutes (I didn’t say Wil was a deeply written character, just engaging). And Manu Bennett is Allanon. Besides being like 3 feet shorter, which he can’t really be blamed for.
After it was done I got to watch the mid-season premiere of Teen Wolf (which if you haven’t watched beyond the first season is stunning) so it was just about a perfect night.
Tonight, I finally watched the first episode of ‘The Magicians’ based on the books by Lev Grossman which you can watch on the Syfy app and on Syfy.com right now. And it was also fantastic. I have a real love/hate relationship with Grossman’s books. I love the world, and how it’s a much truer telling of what a modern school of magic would be than the anachronistic Harry Potter. But on the flip side, there’s Quentin Coldwater, who might be the most irritating (read that as accurate) teenager ever put on paper.
As a TV character however, Quentin doesn’t irritate me nearly as much. Because here we see all the fantastic characters around him unfiltered by Quentin’s more annoying personality. This isn’t to say that they made Quentin either more interesting or reduced his annoyingness, just that his importance is reduced to primacy from omnipresence.
I actually like The Magicians MORE than the books as a result, which I’m not sure has ever happened (besides movies like ‘The Shipping News’ where the book is rather tedious).
I still haven’t watched the first episodes of ‘The Expanse’ because first it was Christmas, and now I’ve watched 4 hours of TV in a week and I’m EXHAUSTED. Plus I have two books beside my bed to finish, Jenn Bosworth’s lovely The Killing Jar which I’m enjoying immensely (and was trying to finish for this review but it just didn’t happen) and Peter Orullian’s Trial of Intention which makes me want to put Irene Gallo on trial for approving that terrible cover when she normally has impeccable taste though the book is quite enjoyable.
Well, my hope of winning the Powerball so I could retire and read books and write angry letters to the HOA about the squirrels that torment my cat seems to be in vain, so I am off to work! Ta-ta my lovelies, and I will see you all in a week!
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