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Oct. 14th, 2010 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laleiaYou know, sometimes when I watch dramas, I really wish I could write a letter to the writers. Or to the characters of the drama. Most of the time, I want to write a letter to the drama itself. If there is someone else nearby, it helps to vent to another person, but it would be cathartic to have the letter nonetheless.
For example, my letter to Pasta would go:
Dear Pasta-
It creeps me out that she doesn't stop call him "Chef." Ever. I imagine she probably calls him "Chef" when they are having sex. I think that the power differential is creepy and that they should never work in the same kitchen together ever again, which I realize wasn't the point of this drama at all.
Love,
Me
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So right now, I'm watching Beethoven Virus, and I really want a letter, and the letter goes like this:
Dear Beethoven Virus-
I love the orchestra drama. I love the orchestral scenes. I love the conductor fights, and the A/C affecting the pitch, and the tempo stuff (though really, if you're not watching the conductor's baton, regardless of who you're used to having conduct you, having someone else clap the tempo isn't going to help, IMO). What I do NOT like, and what I am in fact dreading is this impending "love triangle" three different synopses warned me about.
You know, the reason I thought this drama sounded stupid and didn't pick it up the first three times I looked at it is because the synopses went like this: "Plucky Heroine Violinist finds herself in a love triangle with BLAH BLAH BLAH". I stopped paying attention, if you didn't notice. Then I read a synopsis that went like this: "Plucky Heroine Violinist forms an orchestra, and hires strict conductor to lead. Hijinks ensue." This appealed, because I like orchestras and I like watching music as it is played.
The minute this love triangle (which I am not looking forward to AT ALL) starts, I will start losing interest, I promise. Your mean conductor has NOWHERE near Chiaki's charm, so I won't forgive him for being an asshole, and your genius up-and-coming conductor looks like he's a teenager. Plucky Heroine would be better off married to music.
So please. More music, less love.
Love,
Me.
For example, my letter to Pasta would go:
Dear Pasta-
It creeps me out that she doesn't stop call him "Chef." Ever. I imagine she probably calls him "Chef" when they are having sex. I think that the power differential is creepy and that they should never work in the same kitchen together ever again, which I realize wasn't the point of this drama at all.
Love,
Me
--
So right now, I'm watching Beethoven Virus, and I really want a letter, and the letter goes like this:
Dear Beethoven Virus-
I love the orchestra drama. I love the orchestral scenes. I love the conductor fights, and the A/C affecting the pitch, and the tempo stuff (though really, if you're not watching the conductor's baton, regardless of who you're used to having conduct you, having someone else clap the tempo isn't going to help, IMO). What I do NOT like, and what I am in fact dreading is this impending "love triangle" three different synopses warned me about.
You know, the reason I thought this drama sounded stupid and didn't pick it up the first three times I looked at it is because the synopses went like this: "Plucky Heroine Violinist finds herself in a love triangle with BLAH BLAH BLAH". I stopped paying attention, if you didn't notice. Then I read a synopsis that went like this: "Plucky Heroine Violinist forms an orchestra, and hires strict conductor to lead. Hijinks ensue." This appealed, because I like orchestras and I like watching music as it is played.
The minute this love triangle (which I am not looking forward to AT ALL) starts, I will start losing interest, I promise. Your mean conductor has NOWHERE near Chiaki's charm, so I won't forgive him for being an asshole, and your genius up-and-coming conductor looks like he's a teenager. Plucky Heroine would be better off married to music.
So please. More music, less love.
Love,
Me.
