Blast from the Fannish Past
Oct. 3rd, 2008 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shipperxMy office is in the process of moving so today we don't have to go to work because the movers are transporting everything. This allowed me to sleep in, laze around, and watch TV. While flipping through the channels I happened to run across the final episode of Remington Steele.
I have to explain that as a teen I was in full fannish obsession with the show. I totally shipped Remington Steele and Laura Holt. And even looking at it today, wow, a young Pierce Brosnan was gorgeous! No wonder my adolescent self was in total fannish love with him, and, quite frankly, his character. My kinks were apparently established early because though I didn't watch the entire episode (and I remember it anyway, and I remember hating Antony Scalia and his entire role on the show) I can easily see what exactly attracted me. I mean, again, young Pierce Brosnan was freaking gorgeous and stands up to the test of time. But in the last five minutes of the episode covered the territory that made me also love his character.
I mean, a somewhat amoral con-man/jewel/art thief ("bad" but just bad enough to be an intriguing, yet lovable "bad boy") and a female detective who, because of sexism in her industry, invented a fictional boss for herself. Con artist discovered that "Remington Steele" of the Remington Steele Detective Agency was a complete fiction so, taking advantage, he assumes the role of Remington Steele, much to the female detective's consternation. Of course banter, sexual tension, and Scooby-Doo mystery solving follows while, over the years, we discovered the con-artist's angsty, Dickensian childhood. Ah, how that appeals to the teen love of angst.
Last five minutes of the episode, Remington Steele discovers that his con-artist mentor, Daniel Chalmers was in fact his real father, which left him in the strange position of resenting his father for having abandoned him as a child but also realizing that the father who had abandoned him was in fact the father-figure who had raised him (From his teens, at least. I missed and have forgotten the explanation for exactly why this occurred, though I had remembered that con-artist Daniel was shown to be his father in the end. ) Anyway, I tuned in today just in time to see a young, handsome Pierce Brosnan brooding by an Irish (location shoot!) lake. It was enough to make me remember my fifteen year old self and squee. There was much silliness in the last few minutes of the episode, but I think that the point was finally discovering who his father (and his father's subsequent death) was intended as the catharsis needed to put the past in the past and finally (FINALLY!) hook up with Laura so that they could go solve mysteries together forever.
Anyway, it was a blast from the past, and I must say for a fannish teen crush, Brosnan and Remington hold up well.
ETA: Squee! More fannish glee, Sci-Fi is replaying the X-Files episode "Bad Blood." Awesome episode. Vampires... in Texas... with buck teeth (well, not really). And the most hilarious autopsies evah! Hee! Love Scully.
Scully: Well it's obviously not a vampire.
Mulder: Why?
Scully: Because vampires don't exist. [duh] ...and it's not that Mexican goatsucker thing either.
(I still occasionally have the urge to say "and it's not that Mexican goatsucker thing either," but outside the XF fandom no one ever gets the joke).
I have to explain that as a teen I was in full fannish obsession with the show. I totally shipped Remington Steele and Laura Holt. And even looking at it today, wow, a young Pierce Brosnan was gorgeous! No wonder my adolescent self was in total fannish love with him, and, quite frankly, his character. My kinks were apparently established early because though I didn't watch the entire episode (and I remember it anyway, and I remember hating Antony Scalia and his entire role on the show) I can easily see what exactly attracted me. I mean, again, young Pierce Brosnan was freaking gorgeous and stands up to the test of time. But in the last five minutes of the episode covered the territory that made me also love his character.
I mean, a somewhat amoral con-man/jewel/art thief ("bad" but just bad enough to be an intriguing, yet lovable "bad boy") and a female detective who, because of sexism in her industry, invented a fictional boss for herself. Con artist discovered that "Remington Steele" of the Remington Steele Detective Agency was a complete fiction so, taking advantage, he assumes the role of Remington Steele, much to the female detective's consternation. Of course banter, sexual tension, and Scooby-Doo mystery solving follows while, over the years, we discovered the con-artist's angsty, Dickensian childhood. Ah, how that appeals to the teen love of angst.
Last five minutes of the episode, Remington Steele discovers that his con-artist mentor, Daniel Chalmers was in fact his real father, which left him in the strange position of resenting his father for having abandoned him as a child but also realizing that the father who had abandoned him was in fact the father-figure who had raised him (From his teens, at least. I missed and have forgotten the explanation for exactly why this occurred, though I had remembered that con-artist Daniel was shown to be his father in the end. ) Anyway, I tuned in today just in time to see a young, handsome Pierce Brosnan brooding by an Irish (location shoot!) lake. It was enough to make me remember my fifteen year old self and squee. There was much silliness in the last few minutes of the episode, but I think that the point was finally discovering who his father (and his father's subsequent death) was intended as the catharsis needed to put the past in the past and finally (FINALLY!) hook up with Laura so that they could go solve mysteries together forever.
Anyway, it was a blast from the past, and I must say for a fannish teen crush, Brosnan and Remington hold up well.
ETA: Squee! More fannish glee, Sci-Fi is replaying the X-Files episode "Bad Blood." Awesome episode. Vampires... in Texas... with buck teeth (well, not really). And the most hilarious autopsies evah! Hee! Love Scully.
Scully: Well it's obviously not a vampire.
Mulder: Why?
Scully: Because vampires don't exist. [duh] ...and it's not that Mexican goatsucker thing either.
(I still occasionally have the urge to say "and it's not that Mexican goatsucker thing either," but outside the XF fandom no one ever gets the joke).
