So in case you were wondering the consequences of not going to the dentist in over five years — apparently none at all. I’ll probably get cavities now that he sanded off that protective layer of plaque. I should have waited and made it an even decade
I’m nearly through the end of Season 1 of my La Femme Nikita re-watch. (The one with Peta Wilson, not the later incarnation.) It holds up ridiculously well and is even more bat-shit insane then I remembered.
A lot if had to do with their crappy budget. Except for the faked holographic screen in the nearly-meaningless briefings, they had no choice but to keep the forward-looking technology vague. The lack of cell phones is one of the only giveaways; that, and the diabolical incursions by crimped hair.
Watching it through again now – this is my third time – I’m paying more attention to the world and why it works so well for me. Last night it really struck me how brilliantly they took the concept of the unreliable narrator to dizzying, psychotic heights. You can’t trust anyone but Nikita. NO ONE. Not even poor tortured Michael.*
[Pointless spoiler alert for "MISSING"]
In last night’s episode, Operations shows up at Nikita’s apartment at 3:33 am (they showed the clock) in all his creepy, smirky glory, and tells Nikita that on the next mission her job is to keep one of the terrorists alive, and that she’s to tell no one. Of course Nikita, lethal fuzzy bunny that she still is, bless her, asks him why and actually expects an answer. Operations tells her that the guy is his son.
Now my daughter and I, who love to talk over this show, start wondering aloud if that’s really why Operations wants the guy alive? Because if it’s not – if there’s a less savory reason, like the guy is an “asset” – then that would be the perfect lie to tell Nikita. She’s shown time and time again that she responds to sentimentality more than anything else. What better way to manipulate her and then pull the rug out from under her later? So half an hour goes by and we’re still wondering what’s really going on, looking for little clues, developing theories. And then it turns out the guy really is his son.
That’s why this show was so effing brilliant. It’s impossible not to be instilled with the same sense of paranoia as Nikita herself. Even when the theory you’ve been nursing turns out to be wrong, you know you could just as easily have been right.
Another highlight of this episode is at the very end, when Nikita starts telling Operations about the secret recording she made of him and her plans to release it if he double-crossed her. Five words in and my daughter and I start yelling, “He’s going to pull the tape out and say, ‘You mean this tape?’” “Wait, it’s coming!” “He’s going to say it!” And then he did exactly that. Instead of groaning at the cliche we were delighted because it meant we had figured out something about the enigma that is Operations. It was intensely satisfying.
*I read or saw somewhere that Roy Dupuis’ choice to play the character as unrelentingly wooden appalled the director and the creators of the show but that he refused to do it any differently. It’s one of the boldest acting choices I have ever seen and goddammit if it doesn’t work brilliantly. Particularly delightful is when they cut to Michael for a “reaction” shot and he remains absolutely expressionless. Delicious.
Last night I drove out to New Jersey to spend the evening as the guest of the Science Fiction Association of Bergen County. I enjoyed myself tremendously: welcoming people, fantastic questions, thoughtful and interesting conversation.
Of all the topics that came up, the one that I find myself thinking about the most this morning revolved around a question that I was asked about my interests and experience in geekdom growing up and how that might have changed now that I’m a part of this community. The first part of the question kicked off such a lively discussion that we never even got to the second part.
My love of sf/f started with two nearly-simultaneous events: seeing Star Wars ep. IV and reading A Wrinkle in Time for what would be the first of many times. Everyone liked Star Wars; no problem there. The book was a class assignment, so nothing odd about that. But that’s about as far as acceptance went. As my interests grew and moved more towards the fringes, I learned to hide them if I didn’t want to be ridiculed, even by my own family.* I discovered Doctor Who by accident one Saturday afternoon on our local PBS station and watched it in secret from then on. It wasn’t until years later that I met other people who had even heard of the show. Likewise with Blake’s 7, Red Dwarf, the original Battlestar Galactic, Buck Rogers (practically unwatchable even then, but I managed it.) Children’s books from Roald Dahl, C.S. Lewis and Tolkien (the Hobbit) were acceptable but books by Anne McCaffrey, Susan Cooper and Terry Brooks were “stupid.”
Around the beginning of high school I finally met some people who shared my interests but the climate was still very different than it is now. “Geek” and “nerd” were wholly derogatory; no one owned those words yet. We existed at the bottom of the social pecking order and as a girl, I felt on the edge even of my own group.
If you follow fandom on social media, you must be well aware of the women out there who are refusing to be excluded and marginalized and the very ugly places that can lead. As infuriating as it can be, there’s something wonderful about it, too. As a teen I couldn’t have imagined even knowing that so many women existed who loved what I loved and who had the courage to fight for inclusion. It would have profoundly changed the attitude with which I viewed my own gender, and meant I didn’t need to create a non-threatening version of myself to be accepted (or even tolerated) by geek boys.
So now, even when I see the behavior of idiots and misogynists out there on the interwebs, I see soldiers fighting on because they don’t know the war is already over. I see my geek/gamer girl and her little clique where gender is not an issue. Their passions have flooded into the mainstream. They’re not isolated. They’re not bullied, and consequently they don’t bully each other when they’re likes and dislikes don’t align. Max Rockatansky and Imperatur Furiousa defeated Immmortan Joe together, and Rey and Finn will save the galaxy in… 32 days.
Thanks to Phil De Parto and the entire group for an invigorating evening!
*I don’t believe there was anything malicious about it. Teasing was a big part of our family dynamic but this was something I loved and I was very sensitive about it.