hormonally devastating

Yes. Yes I would. And so would you.

(This is how I imagine young Geoffrey Tennant during the events of the best Slings and Arrows fic I have ever read - I Would Rather Be Anywhere Else Than Here Today. You should really read it because it’s like a little pitch-perfect slice of canon. And then look at this picture some more, for reasons that do not need explaining at this juncture.) 

Mulvey states that she intends to use Freud and Lacan’s concepts as a “political weapon.” She then used some of their concepts to argue that the cinematic apparatus of classical Hollywood cinema inevitably put the spectator in a masculine subject position, with the figure of the woman on screen as the object of desire and “the male gaze.” In the era of classical Hollywood cinema, viewers were encouraged to identify with the protagonist of the film, who were and still are overwhelmingly male. Meanwhile, Hollywood women characters of the 1950s and ‘60s were, according to Mulvey, coded with “to-be-looked-at-ness” while the camera positioning and the male viewer constituted the “bearer of the look.”

Oh god yes Ray is coded with “to-be-looked-at-ness”! This bit reminds me of It’s A Wonderful Life, where the sexy lady he doesn’t marry is sashaying down the main street looking a million dollars, and someone compliments her dress and she says, “Oh this old thing? it’s just something I throw on when I don’t care what I look like!” This is Ray doing his, “Oh, this old hormonally devastating shimmy round a building with my gun out? It’s just a thing I do when I don’t care what I look like!”

(It’s telling that I already have a tag #just look at him, isn’t it?)


it’s like the badass of the shooting and the dorkiness of the glasses kind of enhance each other to make a perfect storm of CKR being hormonally devastating


As part of coping with the cognitive dissonance of believing that Ray and Fraser are real, yet simultaneously accepting that CKR and Paul Gross are actually actors, I watched Wilby Wonderful. I wasn’t expecting it to be very good, but since I’d honestly be happy to watch CKR and Paul Gross stand in a field for 2 hours I thought the bar for success was set low enough give it a chance.

And whaddya know, it was actually great! This is the film that all those “quirky small town” films are trying to be! I cared about all the characters, and the problems and dilemmas they face get resolved to the right degree to make you happy but not smother you in sweet. The place is a convincing mix of lovely community and horrible bigots and corruption; the music’s cool; Ellen Page is in it; and I now have a girl-crush on Sandra Oh. And did I mention CKR and Paul Gross? I did? Good.

Anyway here’s Paul Gross’s (see? I can use the actor’s name all the time. I know he’s an actor, and yet RAY AND FRASER ARE STILL REAL!) face doing things it never did when he was Fraser, and being terribly attractive as he does it. Look at that wolfish smile in the first one. He looks…tough? Mean? Like it wouldn’t be safe to turn your back on him. And, to my mind, like he’d be really good in bed but that’s neither here nor there.


And can we take a moment to appreciate the overpowering sex appeal of Paul Gross in Slings & Arrows? You see? Look at him! This is what my hormones are battling against! Or rather they aren’t, they’ve given in completely! It’s just cold hard intellect holding out here, trying not to let me be a crazy lady, staring in confused longing at fictional people on the Internet! 

(Incidentally, Spanish Husband brought me coffee in bed both days of the weekend. Adjusted for small children, that’s like getting vintage champagne, hand-picked strawberries and a bouquet of rare flowers. I wonder now if I have somehow made him feel he is competing with Paul Gross for my attentions?)