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The theme continues… unreliable narrators, memory and the owner of the story.
It was very on the nose this time. Molloy, the documenter (ostensibly he tells truths as a journalist but we should never be so trusting as to forget that journalists, too, have an angle), being told stories, the truth of which he is trying to decipher. He grills and he listens, conjectures, and he is force-fed nuggets of the past. The constructed story, the tag-teamed memories that Louis and Armand share are, at their best, rose stained half-truths. At their worse, they are lies. I suppose there is no guarantee that immortality guarantees a clear and exact memory. This is not, after all, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue.
No Pain made the early decision to remind us what we're getting in Season 2 ...
Omikase.
“Chef's choice.” You are given what they want you to have as they want you to have it. It's an experience curated by a single voice for a singular effect.
Everyone in this series is telling stories. Daniel, Louis, Claudia, the "actors" in the coven, Armand. They all tell their own stories, but what happens when other cooks enter the kitchen? What happens when the act of storytelling becomes a communal activity? What happens when that community is at odds with itself and the there is no singular goal for the product?
Santiago, Real!Rashid, Raglan James (shout out Tale of the Body Thief - WTF?!?!? Do I have THOUGHTS about that one!), Daniel's fractured memory re-emerging, Louis' grief and PTSD wearing Lestat's face.
There is no voice in this season that I trust. Not a single one. Daniel's, maybe, as he tries to unwind truth from lie from a willful blurring of ugly reality. Who's in control? Louis? Armand?
I don't KNOW the answer to that question. I cannot tell. I only know that at the end of the day, I do not believe the relationship between Armand and Louis. As the story unfolds and unravels … Louis's love and faith, his willful blindness in the face of Armand's warning about what will become of Claudia even as we have seen the beginnings of it in Claudia's shaky fingers as she puts on lipstick.
So, let's watch our fingers, children.
Also … dude, just, shout out because Sam Reid is sexy as FUCK! That walk at the river?!?!? FIRE. Saunter, baby! BURN!
It was very on the nose this time. Molloy, the documenter (ostensibly he tells truths as a journalist but we should never be so trusting as to forget that journalists, too, have an angle), being told stories, the truth of which he is trying to decipher. He grills and he listens, conjectures, and he is force-fed nuggets of the past. The constructed story, the tag-teamed memories that Louis and Armand share are, at their best, rose stained half-truths. At their worse, they are lies. I suppose there is no guarantee that immortality guarantees a clear and exact memory. This is not, after all, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue.
No Pain made the early decision to remind us what we're getting in Season 2 ...
Omikase.
“Chef's choice.” You are given what they want you to have as they want you to have it. It's an experience curated by a single voice for a singular effect.
Everyone in this series is telling stories. Daniel, Louis, Claudia, the "actors" in the coven, Armand. They all tell their own stories, but what happens when other cooks enter the kitchen? What happens when the act of storytelling becomes a communal activity? What happens when that community is at odds with itself and the there is no singular goal for the product?
Santiago, Real!Rashid, Raglan James (shout out Tale of the Body Thief - WTF?!?!? Do I have THOUGHTS about that one!), Daniel's fractured memory re-emerging, Louis' grief and PTSD wearing Lestat's face.
There is no voice in this season that I trust. Not a single one. Daniel's, maybe, as he tries to unwind truth from lie from a willful blurring of ugly reality. Who's in control? Louis? Armand?
I don't KNOW the answer to that question. I cannot tell. I only know that at the end of the day, I do not believe the relationship between Armand and Louis. As the story unfolds and unravels … Louis's love and faith, his willful blindness in the face of Armand's warning about what will become of Claudia even as we have seen the beginnings of it in Claudia's shaky fingers as she puts on lipstick.
So, let's watch our fingers, children.
Also … dude, just, shout out because Sam Reid is sexy as FUCK! That walk at the river?!?!? FIRE. Saunter, baby! BURN!
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Date: 2024-06-08 04:11 pm (UTC)From:Oh, I didn't even think about the parallels between omikase and storytelling! That's brilliant.
Sam seems like a genuinely nice guy and he's an excellent actor, but he just doesn't do it for me. Which is weird, because I've loved a lot of Lestat-type vampires on other shows (Spike, Damon, Klaus Mikaelson). Yet somehow actual Lestat isn't as interesting to me as any of his imitators. Maybe he's just not quippy enough.
Also, I'm probably blinded by the glare that is Jacob Anderson. When he's onscreen he just eclipses everyone else.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:29 am (UTC)From: