My fanfiction involves Star Trek, specifically, Deep Space Nine. More specifically, these stories are all Garak/Bashir.
Note: These fics, while they range from PG to NC-17, are all, overtly or obliquely, slash stories, i.e., they entail or imply a homosexual relationship, actual or desired. If this disturbs you, offends you or if it simply is not to your taste, please don't read.
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Note: I couldn't decide if I wanted to do a spoiler-free review, or a spoiled-full, fan-girl screen-cap and clip squee, so I decided to do both. So, this is the fairly spoiler-free review. The squee-fest will follow.
I just recently finished watching and reviewing David Tennant in Much Ado About Nothing, Hamlet, and Recovery, and I’ve just watched Single Father for the second time. Now I sit down to write this review, and what I want to say all seems vaguely familiar. Blah, blah, blah, gripping; blah, blah, blah, amazing acting; blah, blah, blah, intensity; blah, blah, blah, his eyes. I swear to you: I am totally capable of enjoying an actor and still being critical of a piece of work he’s been in. (Although, true, “enjoy” is too tepid a word for my DT obsession…) Just you wait – I’ll review him as the Virgin Mary in the nativity panto on Christian O’Donnell’s show, and then you’ll see! I’ll be brutal! [shakes fist]
What I’m learning about David Tennant is that his genius lies in the way he inhabits a role so completely; he slides into the character as easily as he slips on a floral shirt and orange pants, er, trousers. You can never “catch” him acting. Instead, he simply becomes. And look at his range: Put “Alan” in “Recovery” next to Ten in DW, and then tell me this guy doesn’t have some serious acting chops.
Here’s a synopsis of “Single Father” from the DVD cover:
“Dave’s a family man; a photographer who adores his wife, Rita, and is an active dad to his three kids and his teenage stepdaughter, Lucy. But when Rita suddenly dies, a grief-stricken Dave faces the daunting prospect of bringing up the children on his own.
“To make matters worse, Dave uncovers secrets about Rita’s life that lead him to question if he ever really know her. Dave feels increasingly overwhelmed and his only support seems to come from Rita’s devastated best friend Sarah, but in the midst of their shared grief, events take a turn that neither Dave nor Sarah could ever have predicted.
The family here is a complex modern family. David and Rita, who we learn about half-way through were never married, have three children together. Rita has a teenager from before she knew Dave, and Dave has a grown daughter from a previous marriage. The family is noisy and chaotic.
There are no perfect characters. The kids yell at each other, but not in the Hollywood way of one-liners and zingers and don’t-they-have-attitude-oh-yeah, but like real kids do. They can be cruel, hurting each other both physically and mentally, but they also are good kids and love each other. Lucy, the teenager, is just as selfish and moody and broody as any teen would be, especially one in this situation. I love her scenes with her dad, when he’s trying so hard to be supportive and she cuts him no slack. Yet she’s in no way unlikable. You can really feel for what she’s going through. These young actors are really marvelous.
Dave is a mensch, but he’s not perfect. Scenes where he’s being dad-of-the-year to Lucy stand in stark contrast to his behavior towards Tanya, his daughter from his first marriage. He’s brusque, harsh, and even cold to her. The assumption is that he’s allowed his hostility toward his first wife (which is never shown but can be surmised) to bleed over into his feelings for Tanya – which is not OK.
And Sarah, while sympathetic, reveals something at the end that I find quite objectionable. Luckily for her, David forgives her immediately.
The supporting characters – Matt (Sarah’s boyfriend), Anna and Robin (Rita’s sister and her husband) are well, if sketchily, portrayed. Anna, played by Neve McIntosh, is fantastic as a sharp, fast-talking woman who knows better than anyone else what needs doing and isn’t shy about expressing it.
Although this is occasionally predictable – any guesses what that “turn” that events take with Dave and his dead wife’s best friend? – more often, the plot twists surprised me. The music can be a bit heavy-handed at times, although I didn’t mind. I have a few script nit-picks that I’ll discuss in the spoiler-heavy clip-fest, but whatever plot stumbles there may be, the emotional impact is strong and honestly achieved. Even if this weren’t such a great place to see Tennant play an ordinary guy that you could imagine knocking on your door for a cup of sugar (a girl can dream, can’t she?), I’d recommend this mini-series as an emotionally-gripping tale that never insults the viewer.
Granted, I would love to meet him, too, but this made me uncomfortable. I guess that’s because I’m not at all into celebrity-watching. David Tennant and Alexander Siddig are the only celebs I have any interest in. I can’t recognize Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom or whoever the latest hot face is, and I have no idea who’s seeing who, breaking up with who, having whoever’s baby, etc. Maybe that’s why I had the reaction I did to this.
Now, here’s a clip I love:
I find this so incredibly charming. First of all, I love how modest and down-to-earth his parents’ house is, and how his family and family friends are equally down-to-earth. Switch out the Scottish accents for Brooklyn ones, and I’d think I was five years old back at my grandparents’ house.
Then, they all sit down to watch David’s debut as The Doctor. On a television about the size of a breadbox – just like the one my grandparents had! And… they start talking and chatting through it!! I’ve seen this episode I don’t know how many times, and I still want to reach over and tell them to shush, to pay attention! But they’re family, so this is what they do. Lol! Then, afterwards, David goes up to his father in the kitchen and asked him what he thought of it. “It was special,” says his dad as he’s puttering around, but to me, it seems as if David had just presented him with a pot-holder he’d made in summer camp. I just love it! This how David came by his charming modesty, with a family that raised him well and kept him grounded. (Granted, in 2005 when Christmas Invasion aired, David hadn't yet reached the heights of fame he achieved shortly after. But I still can't believe that his reception back at home now would be much different. But at least his mother got to see him be The Doctor.)
Oh, and the cross-stitch David. Just to die. :D
There are minor spoilers in this review. I don't think the spoilers matter that much here, but If you want to experience "Recovery" fresh, then here's
A Review without Spoilers
If you are a Tennant fan, you must see this show.
A Review with Minor Spoilers
“Recovery” is an amazing piece of television. Gripping, intense, brutally honest, entirely unsentimental, it is a harrowing but brave view of one man’s recovery from a brain injury. It makes the more well-known “Regarding Henry” with Harrison Ford look like a Disney fairy tale. Yet, as grim as it sounds, I found this uplifting too, in a very real-world way, if only to show how people, when they really have no other choice, do persevere. And to give the vast majority of us a perspective shift about our lives.
Although it’s not a romp in the park, there are moments of lightness and humor as well, which come briefly and believably from characters as true and lifelike as I have ever seen. Everything about this program is of the highest quality. The writing is superb, with flawed, believable characters that defy stereotypes. The acting is excellent, but I’m wishing I had a word that means more. David Tennant will blow your socks off as Alan, and Sarah Parish as his wife Tricia, and the young actors who play his sons, are superb as well. Tennant nails this so beautifully, with not a hint of excess. He is restrained, confused, muted, but pulls no punches with the flare-ups that his character goes through.
I feel I should mention that my grandmother had Alzheimers, my mother was an alcoholic and (years later) my father fell down the stairs, suffering a sub-arachnoid hematoma that resulted in stroke-like symptoms (from which he eventually recovered). So I have had some experience with similar situations. I have never seen as honest a treatment of brain injury as this.
Alan is a construction site manager who is hit by a bus in the opening minutes. At first, he is in a coma, but he awakes, although he has suffered brain damage. He has memory loss, and has difficulty doing the simplest tasks. The normal social filters that most of us have in place that keep us from saying everything that goes through our minds is gone for Alan. He makes inappropriate, lewd comments, embarrassing his family; he swears, and gets enraged in a heartbeat. Worse, aside from the bouts of raage, he seems without affect, that is, he doesn’t seem to be having emotional responses to his wife or family.
This is no perfect, TV-land family. His wife is at first supportive and tries her best, but she reaches a point where she cannot cope with this stranger who lives in place of her husband. His older son, about to enter university, reacts with all the conflicting emotions that a teenager in this situation would have: embarrassment, anger, disbelief, selfishness, and helpfulness, care, love and anguish.
Alan’s accident and recovery does not pave the way for a miraculous, transcendent epiphany on anyone’s part. The story reaches a depth, then slowly, things get a bit better. Alan and Tricia realize that they need to try harder, and perhaps settle for less than they would wish. Much of the story concerns their relationship. How much of Alan’s personality is gone? Aside from gaining competence with living, will he regain what made Tricia fall in love with him? Because of the honesty with which the story is told, I found the ending extremely satisfying. It was not a cheat, it was not cheap, it was not mawkish or sentimental or neat. But it was inspiring to me, as I said at the start. What’s more, the very next thing I did after watching this was to kiss my husband and feel very, very grateful for everything that I have.
Who should watch a show about such a bummer of a subject? I think almost everyone, because it truly makes one realize how lucky we are, or see that someone had the courage to tell this story so well. And I'd recommend it because it is one of the most excellent pieces of television that I’ve ever seen, and, to me at least, excellence is reason enough. And every Tennant fan should see this.
OK, now for fangirling. Truly, David is so totally amazing in this that you totally believe he is this character Alan with brain damage, and for the most part, I was so focused on the story and his character that I wasn’t really Tennant-gushing as much as usual. (This is written after just one viewing.) If anyone, anywhere, implies that Tennant over-acts or is not a “serious” actor, this program will change his or her mind. He is awesome.
And, he is naked. Full dorsal. Several scenes. I hate to cheapen this review with jumping up and down to see DT’s nakedness, but. Yeah. It’s definitely there. And he’s adorable, especially the first time, as he celebrates his ability to take a shower by himself by strolling naked out into the hospital hallway and crowing about it, then delightedly waving to his family. In the immortal words of metacrisis Ten.2, “Oh, yessss.”
By the way, I’d love so much to get this on DVD. I’d like to show it to my dad, who’s not so great at “the YouTube.” I know it hasn’t been released, but surely someone, somewhere recorded it??
"Recovery" can be found on Youtube, in nine parts. Here's part 1:
So. David Tennant and Shakespeare. Do I go fan-girl or literate? I'll try for literate this time:
As I sit down to write this review, I must confess that I am tempted to feign a greater level of expertise and familiarity with Shakespeare than I in fact possess. My mother was an English professor at the college level, and I grew up with the classics in the air. And, bluntly, I’m very vain and like to appear smart. But I have to be honest. I have huge holes in my reading of the classics, and the last time I read what little Shakespeare I have, was many years ago in school. The only Shakespeare plays I have seen recently have been at my daughter’s school performances, a Shakespeare-in-the-park or two, and the movie of Midsummer Night’s Dream with Kevin Kline. I do remember watching the televised Shakespeare long ago, with either Richard Burton or Laurence Olivier. I remember lots of ornate, heavy period costumes, elaborate sets and very little movement. I seem to recall that the style of delivery, especially the soliloquies, to be minimalist – the actor stood rather still, face composed, the words delivered in great, rolling, rich tones of oration. My overall impression was dusty and musty.
So, maybe my reaction to seeing David Tennant’s Much Ado About Nothing and Hamlet is skewed. Maybe many modern renditions of these works are just as exciting, just as joyful, as riveting, as entertaining, as enthralling – but I doubt it. This is thrilling theater. My reading these days is mostly science fiction, but after watching these two plays, I wanted to grab a copy of Much Ado About Nothing and Hamlet on my Kindle and read them right away, if only to answer my question of, “Did Shakespeare really write that?”
In both productions, as different as they are, the entire cast is fantastic. Catherine Tate played Beatrice to a T (lol), although she did veer into comedic mugging on occasion. But then again, that might be something Beatrice would do. I thought the father in Much Ado was excellent, as well. As for Hamlet, what a joy it is to watch Patrick Stewart devour the role of Claudius. But…
Yes, I’m not an impartial viewer. I’ve labeled myself as a David Tennant fan. But I simply could not take my eyes off him, whenever he appeared. The versatility of the man is awesome.
First, there’s his sheer physicality. The way he moves – ! He’s like a great force barely contained. He absolutely owns the stage. He strides, slouches, glides, dances, slumps and pirouettes. He’s a master of comedy, using his long, gangly limbs to amazing effect. Tennant in drag, with a mini skirt, lace pantyhose and red patent-leather army boots, prancing on tiptoe, is a sight that I’ll die happier for having seen. Yet the brilliance of this performance of Much Ado is that they didn’t contort the play to have DT clown around like this. (Truthfully, though, I could have done without Tate dangling around in the air, her bosom threatening to pop out – don’t ask.) And the scene where Benedict “overhears” how Beatrice “loves” him, in which a stray tray of house paint is used to brilliant comic effect… Well, David Tennant in a Superman T-shirt with paint smeared all over his face and chest, grinning madly and with eyes sparkling, is an image clicked on and saved by many Tennant devotees. Yet for all the slapstick in that scene, I remember best the play of emotion on DT’s face – disbelief, amazement, dawning realization, and finally, incredulous love. I believed every moment.
Moving on to Hamlet, DT again brings his physicality to the role. He is contained and quiet in the initial scenes, but as the Moody Dane’s emotional torment builds, his mental energy is echoed in his body. Indeed, it’s as if the churning of Hamlet’s mind is so forceful that it propels his body with its energy. DT has said in interviews that while Hamlet was a role that he’d dreamed of someday playing, when the role came, he felt rather terrified by the weight of all who’d gone before. How do you take those hoary soliloquies that have been done so many times before and make them fresh? Well, I assure you that no one else has performed these like David Tennant. His “To be, or not to be,” is masterful. In an early scene, his Hamlet, in despair, crumples to the ground like a child – yes, like a child who has lost his father, making this cultural iconic figure intensely personal and real. And in the quiet agony over his wondering whether he wishes to live or die, Tennant’s amazingly expressive eyes reach out and grab you. If you’re not moved, I’d say it’s time to check for a pulse.
DT then goes from these moments of quiet, deep despair to the “Am I a coward?” speech while jumping around – no, not jumping; rather, leaping like an enraged lion about the stage, all in a heartbeat. I’m not very knowledgeable about theater, but the staging here seems to me fresh, bold and exciting.
After the physicality – or rather, another aspect of it, because what tools does an actor have but his/her physical self? – is DT’s ability to emote honestly and transparently without seeming artificial. With the slightest movement, he lets us see so very many nuanced emotions as they flit across his face. Thoughtful, skeptical, somber, tortured, enraged – he makes us feel it all right along with him. He swallows, and the movements of his throat and Adam’s apple, along with a hollow look in his eyes, says it all. His face can communicated more in his pauses between words than others can say with paragraphs. He never seems to be “acting;” he merely inhabits the role completely. And with these filmed versions of staged theater, the camera can be close up, allowing Tennant to shine with these subtle, intense, and very personal moments.
"Much Ado About Nothing” is available only through Digital Theatre (www.digitaltheatre.com), for now at least. “Hamlet” is available on DVD. I can’t recommend these more highly to both Tennant fans and anyone looking for a fresh view of these plays.
OK, enough with the "literate." Now, can I just tell you that DT is so adorable and hot and squee-worthy in both of these? I never thought of Shakespeare as, uh, before-bedtime reading, shall we say, but watching either of these would definitely put me in the bedroom mood. Wowza.