Really really fun little short film. (Watch right to the very end.)
The news of Elisabeth Sladen’s death yesterday came as a bit of a shock to me. More than a bit, if you really want to know, especially following so closely on the heels of Nicholas Courtney’s passing a few weeks ago. The Whoniverse is in deep mourning.
As Sarah Jane Smith, companion to Doctors number three and four, Lis was a major role model for me growing up. She was my introduction to the archetype of the intrepid girl reporter. She was spunky, stubborn, smart, outspoken, and brave.
When Russell T. Davies brought Sarah Jane back in the new series, for the episode School Reunion, I went into paroxysms of fangirlish delight. In fact, I squeeeeed so much during the airing that I had to watch it more than once to make sure I’d heard all the dialogue.
I saw the first few episodes of The Sarah Jane Adventures a while back, and the rest have been on my to-be-watched list for some time now. I’m going to have to move those up in the queue. And Netflix is going to see a whole lot of Classic Who requests from me in the next few weeks.
We’re going to miss you, Lis.
Watched last night’s premiere of HBO’s adaptation of George R.R. Martin‘s A Game of Thrones, and overall they did a damned good job. I understand why they aged the younger Stark children a few years, but I think Lady Stark still should have been younger. Peter Dinklage promises to be a fantastic Tyrion. And of course, I adore Sean Bean. Also, the sets and locations and costumes and… well, the worldbuilding in general looks really gorgeous: just earthlike enough not to be a distraction and just alien enough to remind us subtly that this is not somewhere familiar.
And of course I’d be remiss if I neglected to mention that what we’ve heard of the Dothraki language so far is just delicious. David J. Peterson did a bang-up job there. But then, from what I know of David from the Conlang mailing list, I’d have expected nothing less.
I do have one gigantic bone to pick with HBO, though, and it’s spoilery, so I’m putting it behind the cut.
The Whoniverse lost one of its longest-standing and most-beloved citizens yesterday, with the death of actor Nicholas Courtney, who played Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart of UNIT. Lethbridge-Stewart took part in (if you count the Big Finish audios) adventures with every single doctor from Two to Eight. The Brig was a fan favorite, and Nick Courtney was, too. By all accounts, he was always a gentleman even when he wasn’t being an officer. He made countless convention appearances over the years and was the honorary president of the Doctor Who Appreciation Society. He will be sorely missed.
I see that the Florida Renaissance Festival has a YouTube channel. I also see that it’s currently populated with videos of the Cardinal (Paul Stickney) and Lord Mayor Sir Percival (Richard Weber) answering questions folks appear to have sent in — some more serious than others.
My gods, these guys are funny. I miss the hell out of them both.
I just read the essay Tor chose for the Sixth Doctor.
Tor is running an essay series, one per day, about Doctor Who, starting with Bill Hartnell and ending with what looks like speculation about who will be up for the role after Matt Smith. As of yesterday, they’re up to Tom Baker.
The owner of King Richard’s Faire has finally slit her own throat: she’s let Richard Weber walk away and in one blow has lost not only her longest-standing cast member but her wardrobe master as well.
I have a great deal of fondness for the rest of the cast, don’t get me wrong, but for me, Rick was the heart and soul of KRF. I was a fan of his Percival Dégagé from the first year he set foot in those gorgeous woods. Gods, but no one could carry off draped gold lamé sleeves and a hand fan the way Percy did when he was young! His wardobe’s gotten less flamboyant over the years, but he’s still fabulous. And funny. And moreover, Rick’s a genuinely sweet guy who’s all about the audience. He’s always been kind enough to spare a few moments for me, and over the years I’ve come to think of him as a friend, albeit one that I only see once a year. Which, honestly, is more often than I see a lot of other people I’m supposedly closer to.
I’m heartbroken over this. For Rick’s sake as well as my own. I know KRF was special to him. And I know it will never be the same without him.