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netgirl_y2kI have watched the series finale of Merlin, mostly out of a sense of morbid completism, and partly because, well, it's Christmas Eve and basically the only time I'm gonna be drunk enough.
I actually watched the first part of the finale on Saturday. I'd been round at Tequila Boy's having Christmas drinks with him and his wife, and we'd been watching the dancing so BBC One was on anyway. It's kind of hilarious trying to explain a show that you've been kind of hate-watching to two people who have never seen it when you're a little bit drunk.
You find yourself saying things like: that's Merlin, imagine if Luke Skywalker had never used the force, or Harry Potter couldn't be arsed to defeat Voldemort. That's King Arthur, he wears jousting armour indoors, and doesn't really want to be king because he keeps trying to commit suicide for the dubious glory of Camelot. That's the queen, she turns up every other episode to tell Arthur how wonderful he is, over, frankly, a ridiculous amount of evidence to the contrary. Oh, and those are the knights of Camelot, there are only, like, five of them, but that works out because they have a fifth of a personality each. That's Richard Wilson's wig, and that is, basically, Bellatrix Lestrange, yes.
I thought the finale was wonderful, really. Although, I suspect that they were going for a sort of tragic beauty, whereas what I took from it was that I've been right to think Arthur & Merlin are more than slightly rubbish, because Arthur was king for twelve minutes all in, accomplished fuck all and then died, and Merlin is going to spend the next nine centuries living in a hedge making up stories about what Camelot might have been like if Merlin hadn't been so phenomenally made of fail.
So, basically, I am choosing to believe that Gwen is the one who creates this great kingdom of epic and people only think it's Arthur because of sexism and Merlin's lies. Also, that Morgana, who is basically a boss at surviving stab wounds at this point, scrambled to her feet as soon as Merlin had gone off to have a little cry, and went, Fuck me, this is getting ridiculous, I'm off somewhere less stab happy.
The King is Dead, Long Live the Queen thing was fucking epic, though.
I do have very high hopes for Doctor Who tomorrow, though.
I actually watched the first part of the finale on Saturday. I'd been round at Tequila Boy's having Christmas drinks with him and his wife, and we'd been watching the dancing so BBC One was on anyway. It's kind of hilarious trying to explain a show that you've been kind of hate-watching to two people who have never seen it when you're a little bit drunk.
You find yourself saying things like: that's Merlin, imagine if Luke Skywalker had never used the force, or Harry Potter couldn't be arsed to defeat Voldemort. That's King Arthur, he wears jousting armour indoors, and doesn't really want to be king because he keeps trying to commit suicide for the dubious glory of Camelot. That's the queen, she turns up every other episode to tell Arthur how wonderful he is, over, frankly, a ridiculous amount of evidence to the contrary. Oh, and those are the knights of Camelot, there are only, like, five of them, but that works out because they have a fifth of a personality each. That's Richard Wilson's wig, and that is, basically, Bellatrix Lestrange, yes.
I thought the finale was wonderful, really. Although, I suspect that they were going for a sort of tragic beauty, whereas what I took from it was that I've been right to think Arthur & Merlin are more than slightly rubbish, because Arthur was king for twelve minutes all in, accomplished fuck all and then died, and Merlin is going to spend the next nine centuries living in a hedge making up stories about what Camelot might have been like if Merlin hadn't been so phenomenally made of fail.
So, basically, I am choosing to believe that Gwen is the one who creates this great kingdom of epic and people only think it's Arthur because of sexism and Merlin's lies. Also, that Morgana, who is basically a boss at surviving stab wounds at this point, scrambled to her feet as soon as Merlin had gone off to have a little cry, and went, Fuck me, this is getting ridiculous, I'm off somewhere less stab happy.
The King is Dead, Long Live the Queen thing was fucking epic, though.
I do have very high hopes for Doctor Who tomorrow, though.