Please take a moment, if you will, to imagine with me:
We finally, finally have received the trailer for whatever they have decided to turn the scorpio races into–be it a movie, a mini series, a graphic novel (that’s…. actually not a bad idea), whatever–and it’s going to be glorious. It will be full of panoramic shots of Thisby, emotionally fraught scenes between Puck and her brothers, Puck and Sean, Puck and the islanders… Perhaps we will see her on the blood rock. Perhaps we will see Mutt and Skata, fearsome and terrible. Perhaps we will see Puck standing before a bonfire, with the scraps of a jacket spiraling up into the sky. Perhaps Sean Kendrick will tell us what we need to hear.
But first: the trailer opens on a shot of the beach. The sun is glinting off the sea. Corr and Dove gallop together, Sean and Puck on their backs. It is in suitably dramatic slow motion, so we can hear the thud of their hooves and the whuff of their breath and see the spray of water everytime Dove’s hooves come down on the surf. It cuts to black intermittently, the sounds continuing, so we can hear Sean tell us about what the races are like. He stops speaking, and the voice-over narrator begins (also suitably dramatic), and it goes something along the lines of this:
“Some race to win. Others race to survive. For the first time, a girl and her pony–”
There’s a record scratch and the frame freezes, a la the Emperor’s New Groove. Puck wanders on screen, hair disheveled and hands on her hips. She’s glaring fiercely at the camera. There is mud all along her right side.
“Horse,” she says crisply. “ Dove is a horse. Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?”
The narrator isn’t visible but we can sense his bemusement. Sean wanders on screen and and places his hand on her shoulder, whispering something we can’t hear. Puck continues to scowl darkly, but allows herself to be led off screen. The narrator clears his throat, and hesitantly starts again as the frame begins once more:
“Some race to win. Others race to survive. For this first time, a girl and her horse…”
We receive the rest of our trailer in peace. It is just as wonderful as we always hoped.
I’ve been working on maintaining - if not a positive attitude - a not-worrying-about-every-little-thing-even-far-in-the-future-things kind of attitude, and I believe it’s working. :) Tho, at times I feel like
- needing not so great news delivered in a good way…
And with this single sentence, the rare lesser striped cryptid McGrath has awoke from hibernation to pinpoint the largest difference between Kara and Lena’s dynamic and Kara and Mon-El’s. Yeah, they may fight or have differing opinions sometimes, but Lena and Kara’s mutual respect allows them to see things from the other perspective and resolve their issues together. Kara and Mon-nom however, don’t have the mutual respect because Mon-ew doesn’t respect her. He invalidates her career, degrades her in public and even trespasses into Kara’s own home because he lacks the capacity to respect Kara, or any woman for that matter. It’s why he left that girl he’d slept with on Daxam to die, how he could manipulate Eve without giving it a second thought, why he announced their relationship status at the DEO after Kara asked him not to, and why he moved on .2 seconds after Kara said she wasn’t interested. After all, “things were easier on Daxam where I objectified women and didn’t care about anyone.”