squeequeg | On objectivity and being a raving fangirl (Reply)

Saw two movies that I'd been looking forward to for quite a while this weekend. Mirromask Friday, Serenity Sunday. Both were beautiful, and I'll happily see them again (and again, and buy the DVDs, and make Mom and Dad watch Serenity at Christmas...) but I'm wondering if my reactions have been colored a bit by my being such a fangirl.

Mirrormask was lovely and fascinating, as I'd expected. But there were a few weaknesses in plot (someone referred to it as basic young-adult plot, and there's some elements of that), and I thought that it was a little rushed in places. Granted, that may be because I have the illustrated script and so know a few of the scenes that were cut. (I thought a fraction more time on the whole future fruit bit would have made it seem less like an interruption, but then again, maybe they were trying to keep the pace unbroken.)

The thing is, because it was beautiful, and because I have a soft spot for Gaiman/McKean/anything out of the Henson studio, I'm more forgiving of its flaws. I tend to be like this when it comes to certain movies; I was more forgiving of Howl's Moving Castle because I love Miyazaki (and am only recently a fan of Diana Wynne Jones). I had some difficulties with certain scenes in Return of the King, but because I was already worshiping at the feet of Peter Jackson, was willing to put them aside and get swept along.

I'm having the opposite trouble with Serenity.

Not that I wasn't swept along. I went in with somewhat muted expectations, because I had originally had such high hopes and those always sting worse when they're dashed. It would be easier for me to have lower expectations if this movie turned out not to be so good.

It met those expectations, met the higher ones, and dragged me along for the ride. It was fantastic. And yet I feel ambiguous about it, mournful even. Because that sonofabitch Whedon killed off my two favorite characters. What's even worse is that after the death of the first one, I thought it would be okay, since I'd had bad feelings about the second one, had the feeling that he wasn't safe. Then wham! and he's dead.

I know they're just fictional characters. But it hurt a hell of a lot to see the two characters that either fascinated me or made the show that much better killed. And because this is Whedon, we're not likely to see either again aside from flashback.

I could go into some of the ideas I had after the movie (I am now certain I know what Book was before he became a shepherd, and I foresee a similar fate for the Operative) but thinking about it just makes me sad. My fangirl instincts are, in this case, keeping me from enjoying the helluva ride that Serenity was.

Weird. But I'm not about to stop geeking out about everything.