The Mirror in my Mind

I almost posted earlier today in a panic because I have hit a Research Crisis. It is definitely a good thing that said research crisis happened roughly an hour before I was supposed to meet nineveh_uk for cocktails and Quantum of Solace. Alcohol and Daniel Craig shooting people was precisely what I needed.

As a result, this post will not be about the Research Crisis. It will be about Bond. Which is far, far more preferable.

( Not so much a review as a series of observations. Cut for ramblings, possible incoherence, and gratuitous quoting of John Webster. Also spoilers. )

In all, Bond films are about location porn, car porn, fashion porn, and people dying in unconventional if not often spectacular ways. The location porn was quite fun here, although it would take a lot to beat Casino Royale for sheer gorgeousness. And, well, it's a Bond film, so the fact that it has any plot at all, let alone a half-decent one, should be impressive in and of itself. I'm probably reading far more into it than was necessarily there, but this is what I do to films, and I happen to enjoy it. Plus, it really was a very enjoyable film, and a really fun evening altogether.

I had a truly bizarre idea pop into my head last night, fully fledged enough that I literally got up out of bed to write a few notes before going back to sleep.

The first season of Veronica Mars and the revenge tragedy (specifically Hamlet and The Duchess of Malfi)

( Details (minor S1 spoilers) )

a. Conceivable topic for a conference paper?
b. Complete and utter crack. Your brain deserves a proverbial straitjacket.

Still trying to come up with something for 'Retelling Tales'. Who'd have thought producing an abstract from something you've already written would be so damned difficult?