Torchwood - Countrycide
Nov. 22nd, 2006 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizwilliamsSpoilers:
Well, it's put me off going to Abergavenny for a bit, that's for sure. As my relative are wont to say, 'Ychafi!'*
Some random thoughts:
I thought it was creepy but I found the resolution, though tense, rather lacking in lustre. It reminded me of Niall Griffith's extremely nasty novel about Welsh rural psychopathy, Sheepshagger, and also - fatally - of the butcher in the League of Gentlemen. I kept expecting one of the villagers to say 'It's local, see?'
First victim: baseball bat: good. I always plan to brain potential rapists on the road with the steering lock, but good to see that this young lady was prepared.
Getting out of car: bad. I'd have called the police, always assuming that one can get a signal in the middle of the Brecon Beacons, and driven around the body at speed. What this says about me, I hate to think. I would probably have assumed that the 'body' was just drunk.
Getting back into car without checking what might have slunk into the back seat during your absence: even worse.
I think Ianto might be in the wrong job, on reflection.
Having a 'who snogged who last' competition: very poor idea, given Torchwood's sexual dynamics. I liked the references to past partners who have bought it (e.g. that poor old Ianto still misses Cyber Lisa). I find Owen quite revolting, unfortunately. Is it just me or is he simian?
Gwen's portrayal of being shot was very good, I thought, given that people on the TV who are shot usually just moan a bit and clutch the afflicted part. OTOH, I've never been shot, so what do I know?
I am increasingly impressed by Jack's decision-making skills. Last week: hand over small innocent girl to wicked fairies (I'm not being sarcastic: I thought this was the correct thing to do). This week: ram bastion of villains with armoured car and shoot every fucker you see who isn't known to you. I can see why Gwen wanted to understand, but in my happily limited experience, serial killers are generally really quite dull, have very little explanation for what they do, and are much better off with a bullet under the chin.
I want the Torchwood car.
* Welsh for 'Eeuuuw!' See: http://www.caergybi.com/encyclopedia.php?letter=y
Well, it's put me off going to Abergavenny for a bit, that's for sure. As my relative are wont to say, 'Ychafi!'*
Some random thoughts:
I thought it was creepy but I found the resolution, though tense, rather lacking in lustre. It reminded me of Niall Griffith's extremely nasty novel about Welsh rural psychopathy, Sheepshagger, and also - fatally - of the butcher in the League of Gentlemen. I kept expecting one of the villagers to say 'It's local, see?'
First victim: baseball bat: good. I always plan to brain potential rapists on the road with the steering lock, but good to see that this young lady was prepared.
Getting out of car: bad. I'd have called the police, always assuming that one can get a signal in the middle of the Brecon Beacons, and driven around the body at speed. What this says about me, I hate to think. I would probably have assumed that the 'body' was just drunk.
Getting back into car without checking what might have slunk into the back seat during your absence: even worse.
I think Ianto might be in the wrong job, on reflection.
Having a 'who snogged who last' competition: very poor idea, given Torchwood's sexual dynamics. I liked the references to past partners who have bought it (e.g. that poor old Ianto still misses Cyber Lisa). I find Owen quite revolting, unfortunately. Is it just me or is he simian?
Gwen's portrayal of being shot was very good, I thought, given that people on the TV who are shot usually just moan a bit and clutch the afflicted part. OTOH, I've never been shot, so what do I know?
I am increasingly impressed by Jack's decision-making skills. Last week: hand over small innocent girl to wicked fairies (I'm not being sarcastic: I thought this was the correct thing to do). This week: ram bastion of villains with armoured car and shoot every fucker you see who isn't known to you. I can see why Gwen wanted to understand, but in my happily limited experience, serial killers are generally really quite dull, have very little explanation for what they do, and are much better off with a bullet under the chin.
I want the Torchwood car.
* Welsh for 'Eeuuuw!' See: http://www.caergybi.com/encyclopedia.php?letter=y
