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thassalia on Farscape, X-files, Buffy/Angel and Battlestar Galactica and why she loves them.
The X-Files was different somehow. And yes, I've read absolutely everything. Well, I thought I had. Contact with XF writers has persuaded me that I may not have read everything, but I've read some of the best of the best. And some of them even migrated to my next fandom. What intrigued me about The X-Files, and what I believe lead me to fannish participation - even if it was passive comsumption - was the idea of these two people alone against the world, one of them a crusader, the other a reluctant partner, drawn in with just as strong a depth of commitment.
With Buffy, very little was left to the imagination. The show started as an exploration of the hellishness of adolescence, of the threats to our innocence and to our assumptions. And featuring teenagers, it was a show with a lot of words. These characters confided in each other, talked out their feelings in a desperate attempt to keep themselves innocent, to keep themselves from despair, to stay young and bright and fighting. We knew everything, heard everything.
With The X-Files, nearly everything important that happened between Mulder and Scully happened in the silences, in the empty spaces. Words carried such weight, such depth. Things had double meanings, layers of possibility because the show was about the things that we refuse to see, we refuse to believe. In the end, it was about these two people who could barely speak to each other and have one layer of meaning, a man who was desperate for answers, and a woman who had answers to questions, but didn't necessarily want to answer his questions. It wasn't a show about words, it was a show about belief, about the unexpected, and the characters clung to each other, loved each other, hated each other and took care of each other, even when they didn't want to, even when doubt, and pain and death shadowed them with a ruthless heaviness.
I wanted to know what happened in those silences, how other people interpreted those spaces. (And notice I'm not bashing Chris Carter here. He had his flaws, and I certainly am aware of them, but he also brought these characters to life by encouraging their silences. He also put the big dare out there, vowing to not have these characters get together and we, the fans, believed him, and decided that we could and would bring them together, which allowed us the possibility without requiring him to violate his promise. That he eventually did is something that I resent far more than anything else about the
shows ending. I was happy that they had found peace in each other, but I so, so wished that Carter had been able to maintain that uncertainty, that we could have had our own vision of their lives together, of what faced them. It's why such amazing fic came out of that show).
God. I just love how she writes about her fannish love...
thassalia on Farscape, X-files, Buffy/Angel and Battlestar Galactica and why she loves them. The X-Files was different somehow. And yes, I've read absolutely everything. Well, I thought I had. Contact with XF writers has persuaded me that I may not have read everything, but I've read some of the best of the best. And some of them even migrated to my next fandom. What intrigued me about The X-Files, and what I believe lead me to fannish participation - even if it was passive comsumption - was the idea of these two people alone against the world, one of them a crusader, the other a reluctant partner, drawn in with just as strong a depth of commitment.
With Buffy, very little was left to the imagination. The show started as an exploration of the hellishness of adolescence, of the threats to our innocence and to our assumptions. And featuring teenagers, it was a show with a lot of words. These characters confided in each other, talked out their feelings in a desperate attempt to keep themselves innocent, to keep themselves from despair, to stay young and bright and fighting. We knew everything, heard everything.
With The X-Files, nearly everything important that happened between Mulder and Scully happened in the silences, in the empty spaces. Words carried such weight, such depth. Things had double meanings, layers of possibility because the show was about the things that we refuse to see, we refuse to believe. In the end, it was about these two people who could barely speak to each other and have one layer of meaning, a man who was desperate for answers, and a woman who had answers to questions, but didn't necessarily want to answer his questions. It wasn't a show about words, it was a show about belief, about the unexpected, and the characters clung to each other, loved each other, hated each other and took care of each other, even when they didn't want to, even when doubt, and pain and death shadowed them with a ruthless heaviness.
I wanted to know what happened in those silences, how other people interpreted those spaces. (And notice I'm not bashing Chris Carter here. He had his flaws, and I certainly am aware of them, but he also brought these characters to life by encouraging their silences. He also put the big dare out there, vowing to not have these characters get together and we, the fans, believed him, and decided that we could and would bring them together, which allowed us the possibility without requiring him to violate his promise. That he eventually did is something that I resent far more than anything else about the
shows ending. I was happy that they had found peace in each other, but I so, so wished that Carter had been able to maintain that uncertainty, that we could have had our own vision of their lives together, of what faced them. It's why such amazing fic came out of that show).
God. I just love how she writes about her fannish love...
