Fashion and Coldfire

[winter]

Mall today, mostly so I could take a gander at various mp3 players and chew out unsuspecting ignorant salespeople about their features and sound quality. The fact that between three electronics shops there wasn't one where I could actually listen to the players is rather mind-boggling.

Fashion-wise, I rather like this spring's lines, especially the jewelry, but I've got two general comments:
- Can we have some non-lowrise jeans, please? Not everyone wants their arse hanging out of their trousers, really.
- I get it that most clothes are cut "flatteringly" to disguise any lack of breasts, waist, hips and leg length in the wearer. But on people amply supplied in all of these, they just look grotesque.

And during the shopping trip, we started discussing Coldfire again, and casting of a hypothetical miniseries. I'd post this on hunters_forest, but I'm sure they had a ton of casting threads already, so just here for the perusal of those interested - who I think would fit various roles.


Gerald Tarrant - the hardest to cast, hands down. I'm not fond of whatsisname that the author mentioned. A young David Bowie might fit. Visually, it might be Hugh Panaro the way he looks in the Lestat trailer...

Damien Vryce - Russel Crowe? He fits visually and he'd do the raging great, would have to see about the humour.

Narilka Lessing - a china-doll beauty, both fragile and strong, so Natalie Portman by default.

The Patriarch - very, very stereotypical... but really, who else but Christopher Lee?

Hesseth - for some reason I'm thinking Tina Turner, or someone like a younger version of Tina. The same bone structure and regal warmth.

Ciani - Emily Watson. Not quite the visual type, but I think she could convey the warmth and strength and fragility and amorality that's required of the character at various points of the story.

Riven Forrest - Christian Bale. Partly because Christian Bale can play everyone, but also because Riven-in-my-mind has that sort of cynical half-smile.

Gerald Tarrant Mark Two - oh come on. Beautiful, charming, somewhat shorter than Damien, dark hair, golden skin, looks young but with old dark eyes, a swaggering walk-on part at the very end of the story? Johnny Depp or bust.

Comments

[winter]

I would assume the von Krolocks are not too amused by it during the next visit? Though again, the mass of contradictions that results would certainly seem interesting to Herbert, if not his father :>

And oh, can't wait for the post-AtS S5 fic...

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

As I recall, at some point shortly after Spike is turned, Darla goes back to the Master (her sire) for a while, leaving Spike, Dru and Angelus doing the socialising together. That's when Angelus deliberately orchestrates a situation so Spike catches him with drew and from then, what dubious respect Spike ever had for Angelus was shattered, because - in the way of the noble moppet he is, Dru was his and seeing her falling on her back for the guy he considers more a big brother than a rival hits him hard.

From them, he's adamant that Angelus is a git and competition, thus begins the "anything you can do, I can do better", killing anything mentality to both keep Dru interested in him over Angelus (after all, she left him because he went soft by siding with Buffy to save Dru's life) and to try and raise his own personal feelings about things (ie. it gets to the point that they have to hide out, because Spike's one-up-man-show against Angelus has meant they're being hunted). The tougher he is and acts, the harder he figures it'll be for anyone to smack him down again. So, so wrong.

The fun with Herbert and dad is that they remember what he was like and they know he's still like that underneath, despite the fact he still lets the demon have more fun than it otherwise would. I think that's why they continue to call him William, as well. Herbert's adamant that he's not fooling anyone (I like the idea of Herbert being quietly perceptive aside from all the boinking) and von Krolock finds him both intriguing and pitiable because he feigns such confidence and arrogance, but has so much more beneath the veneer of the savage.