I’m doing a preliminary run-through of my taxes on Turbotax online this evening so I know all the stuff I’ll need to pull together for the CPA who is going to *actually* do them. So far, so good. With five different jobs and a nest egg gathering interest last year, I didn’t get nearly enough income tax taken out, but luckily, I have my mortgage interest and property tax deductions to save me. And the home sale and retirement account rollovers aren’t taxable and therefore a wash.
But I did not start this entry to talk about taxes! I actually sat down this evening (while tax-doing) to watch an episode of the Sarah Connor Chronicles that wasn’t on tape or internet download.
I have been a Terminator movie series fan for a long time. I love the whole trilogy and am a humongous (surprise, surprise) Sarah+John mother-son ‘shipper. That, and the whole intrigue of Kyle Reese’s inadvertent role as father as well as protector hit so many of my buttons. Add the time travel, the destiny factor, and the heroics, and it’s kind of a natural for me.
Like so many stories I love, I used my imagination to fill in the blanks–that sort of mental fanfic you wrote before you ever heard of fanfic to tell what happened between scenes or between movies or in the apocalyptic future. I always liked to imagine what John and Kyle Reese’s relationship was like in the future before John sent Kyle back in time. I’m sure there’s probably actual Terminator movie fanfic out there people bothered to commit to pen, paper or pixels. But I think the new TV show is doing a good job of filling in those blanks, because it *can*. TV has that luxury.
*Really* excited to see where they take this Derek Reese stuff. Secrets and the revealing of secrets, another big story kink of mine.
On the other hand, the one thing the TV version isn’t doing as well as the films is spending time on the little details. The “apocalyptic nightmare world of the future” seemed rather clean and well-organized compared to the movie version, in a lot of ways. I’m not talking about the money the movie guys have to pay for heavy-duty special effects. What I mean is, you just don’t see the suffering and despair and destruction in the TV version you see in the movies. I don’t think this is endemic to movies vs. television. All they had to do was show more filthy, huddling people in raggedy clothing coughing, softly crying, and film a lot of stock shots of demolition zones decorated up with a few prop broken skeleton bits. Nothing too rated-R-ish.
I hope this show sticks around for a while. But if it doesn’t, it’s already been some good movie fanfic.