New Icon and Torchwood
Before I even say anything, look at the icon. Just look at it. It’s Gwen and Rhys from Torchwood. Aren’t they a cute couple?
That’s what this blog is going to be about. No, not cute couples, Torchwood. Haven’t you learned anything in the past three months that I’ve been blogging on here? Well, anyway, I think that I’m overdue for a Torchwood-a-thon, or at the very least review. So, lets begin.
I have been watching this show for about a month and a half, first hearing of it on… YouTube. I thought it would be like Doctor Who, which I had seen before, in the same humorous “The world is going to end, so lets add some bright colors and fake looking aliens into it.” Though, I was wrong in the way that Torchwood is better, in some ways. It’s darker, more mysterious, and a heck of a lot more mature. I mean, half the stuff they do involves shooting aliens. How much more serious can you get?
Though there are aspects of the show I don’t like. For one, I live in America, therefore I get BBC America, which only shows the show on Saturdays in late afternoon, and there are only about five episodes they show. But that’s not Torchwood’s fault. What is Torchwood’s fault is the lack of self censorship. They kill off every needed character, (including my wooby Ianto.) Than make one leave, only to come back six months later to say goodbye to his pregnant co-worker, zap into the air like *that*, and leave her crying in her doubt-y husband’s arms. Can you leave the poor people alone for once, writers? Step back and say, “Okay. I’m going to leave them alone.”
But the, um, maturity of the show started from season one. The total existence of Rhys was to have someone naked on the show, (though BBC America blocked the lovely sight of his backside with the creativeness of blurring.) I feel Gwen was overly sexed in season 1 and season 2. Especially the Owen affair. That was tough to watch without wondering, what does Rhys do in his spare time? Oh, yeah. He’s conveniently stowed away at home, watching football. No, it doesn’t make sense! Up until Meat, we were lucky if we even saw Rhys. The confession of “I work for Torchwood.” Worked very well, and with the addition of the dramatic, “I catch aliens!” line that is used in the Gwen Cooper BBC promos, the episode has made my top ten list. (Other than the, “What is this? Scooby Doo?” Line that is my new catch phrase.)
Children of Earth in itself is just terrible, but yet so good. The government is evil, drugs, war, unplanned pregnancy, suicide, Ianto death by fatal disease, killing of young child that is your grandson, finding out the man we rooted for handed children over to the 456 in 1965, and the cement, growing back skin, and naked John Barrowman just made my day. (NOT!) But what the show lacked in sense it made up for in excitement and, really, a sense of gratitude, even if I was left wondering if my favorite show was going to air ever again. I also loved the potato truck scene, which is the most adorable thing in the entire series. Not to mention the fact that Clem, Lois, and Frobisher are three of the best guest characters in the shows running. I hope that Lois appears next season as one of the main cast. I was also really bummed when Clem died, and especially when Frobisher killed his entire family, than himself. What a finale!
Well, that ends this more spoiler than factual and more opinion than informative blog post. Just be thankful I didn’t mention the whole “Pregnant with an alien on your wedding day.” Gwen moment. Oops, looks like I let that one slip.
‘Till next time, this is Annie, signing out.
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