I caught up on the two new Torchwood Episodes last night. I'm surprised to say that I really, REALLY enjoyed them!
Long story short, I watched the first two seasons of Torchwood before I fell head over heels into Doctor Who. My first few weeks (months?) In Japan I had no internet and no cable. Risking losing my fragile grip on sanity, I asked a friend of mine here if she had any DVDs I could borrow.
What Doctor Who is to me, Torchwood is to her. So I trekked home with the two seasons firmly tucked under my arm and retreated to my house for the next few days.
I enjoyed it. Not obsessively, but I was regardless quite happy. Owen was a prat, Jack was sex personified, Gwen was a little too Mary Sue like for my tastes, Tosh was fun and Ianto... oh, Ianto. I watched each episode twice and then returned them throughly satisfied. I asked if she had anything else.
I walked home with the four seasons of Doctor Who and fell into the Tardis. I haven't found my way out yet.
So I was looking forward to the new episodes, but not with the same fervor that I'm looking forward to the next Doctor Who Episodes.
Imagine my shocked surprise! (Okay, maybe you don't have to imagine because everyone is feeling that way, but still...)
Poor Jack. Good lord; I actually think he could probably challenge The Doctor for the amount of angst and suffering he's had to go through. First he was shot twice, had a bomb sewn into his stomach, blown up, re-grown, and then buried in cement before being thrown off a cliff!
That was a little much. Just a bit.
But you have to admit, burying Jack in cement was a really good idea. How do you restrain the man who can't die? Burying him alive.
Oh wait... Grey already tried that. Add more to the trauma for Jack!
But here's one thing I don't get. If Jack was encased in cement, when the cement shattered, shouldn't Jack have as well? I mean, when you freeze something in ice and then shatter it, whatever was in the ice shatters as well.
Jack just stood up, in all of his naked, buff, sexy, glory.
Oh, and we had full frontal! ROTFL! Mind you, it was grainy CCV full frontal, but still.... Can you imagine what John Barrowman was like when he got the phone call?
Director: Hey John, we want you to do full frontal nudity while chained to a table.
John Barrowman: Well, what took you so long?
And can I just say that Ianto is completely bad ass? He stole a room - A ROOM! Not to mention that while running for his life, he manages to find a forklift, and all the proper safety gear to wear? I love Ianto.
And the writing! It seems like I'm always going on about the writing in the world of fandoms, but there is something just chilling about possessed children. Especially at the beginning of the first episode when they all started screaming in tandium and then repeating 'we we we we we' over and over again like a skipping record. I loved every minute of it!