The Emperor’s New Clothes (The Myth of Moffat’s Scriptwriting ‘Genius’) by Claudia Boleyn

claudiaboleyn:

Today I read an article about Steven Moffat’s Doctor Who in the Arts and Books section of the Independent on Sunday. In this article, by Stephen Kelly, Moffat is criticised for his inability to write women, to complete his plots, to write the Doctor as a likeable and trustworthy figure, and to keep his audience entertained. Yet one line in this frankly scathing (and almost painfully truthful) review reads: ‘When on form, Steven Moffat is the best writer working in television today’.

Having read said article, and written rather a lot of Moffat critique myself, the statement baffled me. Kelly’s entire article is lamenting the current state of Doctor Who at the hands of this man, and yet Moffat is still gifted with glowing praise.

It’s a common theme. I see it often when people are asked to review Moffat’s work. It seems people are almost afraid of criticising him, seeing as he has been lauded one of Britain’s most brilliant television writers.

It’s like the Emperor’s New Clothes. The Myth of Moffat’s Scriptwriting ‘Genius’. It’s a lie we’ve all absorbed and now just assume to be true. Sherlock himself would be frankly appalled by the entire thing. We are seeing, but we apparently do not observe.

Fellow Sherlock watchers will know what I mean (although many will probably not agree) when I equate Moffat’s writing to the empty houses of Leinster Gardens. An empty façade. It looks great from the outside, but when you step closer, you realise it’s just a whopping great train station with some drugged up self-proclaimed sociopath lurking in it.

 Let’s examine this case a little closer, shall we?

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fuckitfireeverything:

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who would have thought anyone would get sick of Rich White Man Saves the World: the sequel


Wow, so, you’re saying right there that you know what we want. Look at that! Why aren’t you GIVING IT TO US?

fuckitfireeverything:

surprise

who would have thought anyone would get sick of Rich White Man Saves the World: the sequel

Wow, so, you’re saying right there that you know what we want. Look at that! Why aren’t you GIVING IT TO US?

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So, uh.

ultracheese:

Whatever else you might believe, if a woman is driven from her home by threats over a video in which she says misogyny’s still a problem, she’s right. Full stop.

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sourcedumal:

lady-yuna:

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mockingatlas:

prismatic-bell:

Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?

Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.

But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.

The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.

It starts with Rue.

SOMEBODY FINALLY SAID IT

This is exactly the point I’ve been trying to make for years. Okay, so the revolution gets it’s kindling with Katniss. She volunteers, well that’s new, she rebels in the display of talents by shooting the apple. This triggers her perfect score, okay. These aren’t really “Revolutionary” though. 

It’s not even revolutionary when Peeta professes his love, because, let’s face it, the rules of the game haven’t changed. They’re still just two kids who would have to KILL each other to win. Without a doubt, it would bring some interest to the games, so the Capitol makes propaganda about it. The “Star Crossed Lovers” in a game of life and death.

But what changes the game is Rue. Right away from her introduction in the books we know Rue is going to be somewhat of a big deal. She was compared to the most important character to Katniss, Prim, so that’s a huge indicator. She’s small, young, she’s what Prim would have been.

So Katniss instantly feels a subconscious pull toward her. 

When they meet in the trees, Katniss could have killed Rue easily, and Rue probably could have pulled a sneak attack or alerted the Careers of Katniss’s presence. Instead, Rue points out the Tracker Jacker nest.

Then it escalates, Rue and Katniss become an odd team, they’re an alliance, which is never new in the Hunger Games, as forming teams and then betraying them at the end seems to be a common, but there’s is different. It’s close, it’s sisterly, protective.

And then Rue get’s impaled. Katniss kills her first tribute with ease after that. Comparing it to hunting game. Katniss holds Rue, she cries, and then she sings. She sings for Rue a song of promised safety and warmth, something completely absent in the arena. 

And this is where the metaphorical canon fires. Katniss could have left Rue, the hovercraft would have been along to pick her up, but she can’t. She’s morally obligated to love this girl as much as possible. And this is where the revolution starts. 

She honors the dead. She honors a dead tribute from a district she’d never seen, a person she’d known for only a short period of time. But she throws away Hunger Games norms. She rejects them completely.

In the Hunger Games you’re supposed to kill mercilessly and leave the victims for the plain box they’re shipped home in. 

Katniss gives Rue a funeral in the Games, she decorates the body, she makes it look like Rue is sleeping. Like no harm had come. Katniss just ignited the coals that Rue had placed.

Rue’s District sends a parachute. Homemade bread. 

Then Thresh kills Clove and distracts Cato by taking his bag. 

The fire is going now, and the actions in Catching Fire are even more obvious.

The Speech for Rue. Peeta’s painting. Everything eludes back to this one little girl who became Katniss’s family.

So the revolution never started with Katniss, she was just the tinder for Rue’s ignition. 

Rue was the real Mockingjay.

Also, who’s four note whistle is constantly attached to the trailers?

Rue’s whistle.

Rue is omnipresent in the books and movies, and I absolutely love it.

The rebellion was started because the innocence of a black girl was defiled.

That is a powerful statement that a lot of people gloss over for this book

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thedisneydifference:

Mulan loved my Mulan pen!

She said, “I love things that have my face on it.”

Wow, Mulan, conceited much ;). Seems like you may have been spending some time with Gaston!

NOOOOOO OOOOOONE
SHOOTS LIKE MULAN

WEARS MEN’S SUITS LIKE MULAN!

THINKS FAST AND KICKS ASS ON A ROOF LIKE MULAN

MULAN: “I USE AVALANCHES IN ALL OF MY BATTLE SCHEMIIIING!”

NOT QUITE A GUY, THAT MULAN!

WHEN I WAS A GIRL I DRANK 3 CUPS OF TEA
EVERY MORNING TO HELP ME GROW STRONG

NOW I’VE GROWN UP I DRINK FIVE CUPS OF TEA
AND I DEFEATED THE KING OF THE HUUUUUUUNS

This is the best thing ever.

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pattytempleton:

Damn the man, save the empire.

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vengeanceandrevenge:

fuckyeah-nerdery:

That last gif, though.

Julia Gillard is actually my favourite ever.

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russandolly:

ok but i wanna see elven women and mortal women being total bros and bffs.
like
elven women and mortal women ignoring their male counterparts at interspecies council meetings and gossiping about each others’ societies. elven women updating mortal women on hot elf guys’ relationship-statuses and giving them tips on how to flirt with them.
elven women completely engrossed with the idea of beards and asking mortal women advice on how to approach those hot beardy mortal dudes.
elven women giving mortal women tips on how to keep their hair soft and silky and mortal women giving elven women tips on different ways to braid their hair up and out of the way for battles. elven women admiring the rough texture of some mortal womens hair and mortal women in awe of the soft hair of elven women.
elven women and mortal women helping each other sneak on to the battlefield against their men’s wishes and then fighting together in groups and having each others’ backs during the battle. 
elven women and mortal women relating to one another’s problems and frustations as women.
elven women and mortal women having sleepovers, dressing up in each other clothes. elven women dressing mortal women in their finest silk dresses and plenty of bling, and mortal women painting tribal designs on elven women and giving them tattoos in hidden places. elven women and mortal women talking about their crushes and gushing about that one hot blackhaired mortal guy and his dreamy body, although that certain elven prince isn’t too bad-looking either.
elven and mortal women comparing body types. elven women admiring the wide range of body types in mortal women. mortal women admiring the slender and lean bodies of elven women. elven women and mortal women comparing breast sizes and hip sizes.
elven women and mortal women exchanging embarrassing period-stories and giving each other advice on how to avoid bleeding through in different situations and what to eat to reduce cramps. elven women and mortal women enthuastically ranting about the pain in the ass that is period cramps because dear valar yes cramps are such a fucking nightmare and dudes - elven or mortal - just don’t freaking get it.
elven women and mortal women sneaking out at night to meet up in groups and taking long walks under the stars, teaching the others about their culture and lore and eventually settling in the woods around a bonfire and singing songs that they make up together, combining the musical sounds of both cultures.
elven women - who because of war, dont have children - helping their mortal friends through their pregnancies and then later on being completely taken with those cute mortal babies. elven women and mortal women protecting each others children with the rage of ten thousand bears.
elven women cutting their hair in edain style or getting tattoos of edain style in tribute to their deceased mortal friends. elven women paying homage and visiting the graves of their mortal friends, and joining together in mournful singing. elven women making sure to include stories of the courage and heart of mortal women in their history books.
mortal women passing down stories of their brave and etherally beautiful elven friends to their children. mortal women wearing jewelry given to them by their elven friends who have since then died in battle. mortal women telling stories of the heroic deeds of elven women to their daughters.
elven women and mortal women being  bffs. just. someone give me this please.

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““We thought you were dead,” Clint says. If he was a little smarter, he would have made it sound like an accusation. Phil is used to emotion from him; the blank, carefully neutral tone is as good as making up a sign to hang around his neck saying ‘I’M UPSET ABOUT THIS (AND MAYBE NEED A HUG)’.”
Caught in Death’s Shadow by coffeebuddha

The one where Phil is definitely not human, but only Nick knows because Nick summoned him.