Admission to the Burning Ruins — 10¢ (laughingacademy) wrote,
Admission to the Burning Ruins — 10¢

Torchwood: Children of Earth, Day Three

Thoughts typed while watching:
  • I can believe that Gwen might be the one to come up with the notion of playing Robin Hood. I have a harder time buying the idea that she can teach anything about scams or larceny to Jack Harkness, ex-con artist. (ETA: Okay, Barrowman actually makes some good points in the Extended Inside Look: Jack (a) never told the team about his con man period and (b) would find the situation amusing.)
  • Leave it to Ianto to consider the creature comforts. Bless.
  • “Better make the most of it...Bloody beans.
  • Last episode it was Frobisher who talked about being put on the front lines; this time it’s Lois Habiba. Guess who I have more sympathy for.
  • Signs in the police stations! Behind Andy: WE’RE COMING TO COLLECT; on Clem’s cellblock, DO YOU HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM?.
  • “Just like those games Gran used to teach you, remember?...If you harm him, I will kill you.” “Certainly your father’s daughter, I’ll give you that.”
  • Why doesn’t Johnson ever wear a helmet?
  • Okay, you’d think that by the third day the parents would have figured out that yelling “Stop it!” at their children is not going to work.
  • Making the alien a multi-headed, ichor-dripping, vomit-spewing, screeching thing in a fog is a cheap and easy scare. I don’t mean that it was inexpensive to do, but that mashing the ew, gross! button is kind of a cop-out.
  • Beaming a representative into Thames House is a chump move. Why not stick to radio? (Well, obviously because it’s better drama that way, but realistically, if I were an alien I would stay off-planet and stick to telecommunications. Much less chance of getting shot.)
  • Y’know, Frobisher, there is a difference between “private” and “secret.”
  • I like the diplomatic protocol; it rings true to me. When all else fails, fall back on empty formalities.
  • The 456 may be Lovecraftian horrors, but at least they’re polite enough to periodically squeegee the inside of the tank, judging from how the vomit keeps disappearing from the glass.
  • “How many?” WRONG RESPONSE. TRY “NO.”
  • Oh, Gwen. You were doing so well, only to get hit with the stupids in the last two minutes.
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