Preach! Martha Doesn't Get Nearly Enough Love.

So did Mary Poppins inspire Missy, or did Missy inspire Mary Poppins?

Broadchurch, with a mythological twist. Will probably be part 1 of a series, but one thing at a time. Also, I think I’ve written Mark Latimer as a truly depraved individual, and he’s starting to scare me.

I don’t care what part she plays, I’m just super excited about Sarah Parish acting in a show with DT again (hopefully alongside him like she has previously in Blackpool, Recovery, and of course Doctor Who).

ok but the team of scientists making Carlos their adoptive dad and going to him when they get hurt or are arguing or when they get really excited and want to show him some new discovery like a kid showing their parent their artwork

“acephobia isn’t real”

hhmmmmm?

hhmmmmmmmm?

HHHMMMMMMMM??????

HHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM?????

what the fuck do you call all of this bullshit then????

What’s the best time of day to write?

I’m a night-writer myself. What about you?

In Broadchurch, every shot counts. No detail is unimportant, they all can belong to the law of Chekov’s Gun (the floorboards in episode 4 a prime example). What I find most interesting about these types of shots is the flashback explanation of Alec’s finding Pippa’s body in the river. 

The opening shot of the whole second series is clearly of the morning of Alec’s walk through the woods to the river in Sandbrook. As we can see he walks through bluebells only touched by sunlight.

There’s no rain. There’s not even a raincloud in sight.

And then we arrive at the flashback scene in ep 4, when Alec finally talks about the events of that day and our first look at that is this:

It’s not just raining. It’s pouring. A torrential downpour while the sun’s still brightly shining as our attention falls on Pippa’s body.

So why is it that Alec’s memories of that day is that it was raining when it’s clearly established that it wasn’t? 

Memory plays a fickle game on the mind. Every day we remember and recall things about a particular moment that simply didn’t happen but is a reflection of what we were feeling at the time. When I was eight my dad was in an accident and had to go to the hospital and the only thing I remember is seeing his empty chair in the darkened living room even though everyone has assured me that the house was bright and loud with a lot of people in the rooms. But all I could think of was my dad’s dark empty chair.

The sun may have been shining when Alec found Pippa’s body but to him over time, maybe even built up in nightmares, it’s always raining. Rain is seen as a cleansing thing, yes, but it also brings out the smell of decay and the heady scent of dirt. Alec was probably smelling the decay of water plants and the scent of the river for days afterwards. The memory and his nightmares have bled together so that he can’t distinguish between the two. It’s like in his mind it couldn’t possibly be such a beautiful day to find a young girl’s body in a river and so his memories deliberately try to make it dreary and cold, although the reality never changes.

The sun is always shining in those memories and it mocks him, I think. A last ironic laugh in the whole horrifying experience.

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Hamlet is such a sassy little turd, and I love him a lot.