The script. When reading RPF and there are original characters I many times lose focus and wander off because I'm there for the faces I know and if I want to read about faces I don't know I pick up a book but I tried for you :) And it's good (plus, there is the benefit that it's fiction inside RP fiction and I can entertain myself trying to guess who is playing who). The picture of John packing up at the end of the day, resigned, and his strategies to avoid coming home and feel the guilt settle in with its full weight. And then this picture of his old father, incredibly sad and depressing. Just this little detail how he cut his nails and is sitting there all dressed up. Heartbreaking. There is so much ambivalence in their relationship- guilt, disappointment, love so tightly woven into each other. And then when John's father slips away (into memories, into dementia- the repetition that John is a good boy could be read both ways, his face turning blank and John's strong discomfort, the feeling of helpless, the feeling that he is trying that hard and nothing ever changes). You are painting a very vivid, very painful picture there. (oh, and the way his father uses his first name after always calling him boy... my parents never use my first name unless I'm in some sort of trouble and in for a scolding (or was when I was younger, my parents refrain from scolding nowadays) and when somebody calls me by my first name I always flinch).
Then the cut to the interview. I absolutely love your Ian! You describe him in a way that I can see him sitting there (Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, but he leaned forward and nodded encouragingly.). The way he speaks so warmly about Viggo without overflowing of praise (which in my eyes is a far bigger compliment than mindless gushing about someone's abilities), you make it sound very natural. Loved his reaction to the question about Sean and Viggo and the way he looks at them to find them sitting together, not any closer than propriety would allow (you know you just tipped a whole shipload of tension into the room with this little part of sentence, do you?). It's so cute that he says he's a little envious :)
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When reading RPF and there are original characters I many times lose focus and wander off because I'm there for the faces I know and if I want to read about faces I don't know I pick up a book but I tried for you :)
And it's good (plus, there is the benefit that it's fiction inside RP fiction and I can entertain myself trying to guess who is playing who). The picture of John packing up at the end of the day, resigned, and his strategies to avoid coming home and feel the guilt settle in with its full weight. And then this picture of his old father, incredibly sad and depressing. Just this little detail how he cut his nails and is sitting there all dressed up. Heartbreaking. There is so much ambivalence in their relationship- guilt, disappointment, love so tightly woven into each other. And then when John's father slips away (into memories, into dementia- the repetition that John is a good boy could be read both ways, his face turning blank and John's strong discomfort, the feeling of helpless, the feeling that he is trying that hard and nothing ever changes). You are painting a very vivid, very painful picture there. (oh, and the way his father uses his first name after always calling him boy... my parents never use my first name unless I'm in some sort of trouble and in for a scolding (or was when I was younger, my parents refrain from scolding nowadays) and when somebody calls me by my first name I always flinch).
Then the cut to the interview. I absolutely love your Ian! You describe him in a way that I can see him sitting there (Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, but he leaned forward and nodded encouragingly.). The way he speaks so warmly about Viggo without overflowing of praise (which in my eyes is a far bigger compliment than mindless gushing about someone's abilities), you make it sound very natural. Loved his reaction to the question about Sean and Viggo and the way he looks at them to find them sitting together, not any closer than propriety would allow (you know you just tipped a whole shipload of tension into the room with this little part of sentence, do you?). It's so cute that he says he's a little envious :)