Madame G

Title: Work and Play
Fandom: State of Play
Characters: Anne Collins/Cal McCaffery
Word count: 200
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual activity, some strong language
Summary: Cal can't contain himself at work; seems Anne can't stop herself from helping herself.
Writer's notes: karaokegal's pursuit of the mmom has got some wank!fic brewing in my mind. She posted this wonderful drabble earlier in response to a prompt I gave her, and it inspired me to write this one. Unbeta'd, so any mistakes are my own. Any comments, crit or other feedback gratefully received.

( 'Work and Play' )

Why did I even click the link?! Why?! I knew I was only going to get angry! And get angry I did...

Click here to see Russell Crowe whine about journalists and present a bastardised image of Cal McCaffrey to Andrew Marr on the BBC.

Ooh, this makes me mad. Seriously. Crowe reckons that in the beginning, Cal was only interested in creating a smokescreen for his friend and not at all bothered about truthful journalism. Really?! Is that how badly the original script has been butchered to fit it into a feature-length timeslot? Because the Cal I remember was only interested in presenting the truth, albeit sometimes for his own ends, and never tried to back away from the truth of the story that he was uncovering.

I was bewildered as to why they'd chosen to remake this in the first place, and even more so when I discovered they'd cast Crowe as McCaffery. But now, having listened to his self-righteous drone about how journalists are scum who deserve everything they have coming to them, how on earth could he be expected to sympathetically play a character that apparently embodies everything he despises?

I think I was just a little bit sick in my mouth.

I've tried and failed to concentrate at work today, which was doomed to failure from the start due to migraine hangover and general impenetrable fug that comes along with that, so instead I've decided to get something off my chest that's been festering since Sunday when I saw this poster outside my local multiplex when attending to see "Watchmen".


I can't begin to describe how annoyed this makes me. I actually stamped my foot and pouted like a four year old outside the cinema. The BBC's mini-series was epic, and I mean that in all senses of the word. Not only was the storyline intricately woven and carefully constructed, it was also six hours long. Six hours. There is no way that anyone could do justice to the complexities of the tale in a feature-length movie. The relationships were so tangled, most of all the history between Stephen Collins and Cal McCaffery. That history dribbled out in drips and drops during the course of the series adding richness to the unfolding tale, and I don't see how they can do that justice in a movie. Then that raises the next question: how on earth are they going to put the hurt, angst and conflict that Cal feels at the end of the story, faced with the truth of the extent of Stephen's involvement with the death of Sonia Baker, into any kind of context if all the audience is told is "yeah, Stephen Collins and Cal McCaffery used to know each other once". I just can't see it.

I've seen a snippet of Helen Mirren's portrayal of Cameron (yes, that's right. Cameron is now a woman) and she looks pretty good. However, they seem to have written Dan Foster out of the story. They've changed a whole bunch of names and genders of the characters, though, so his character might still be in there somewhere, just hidden under an alias. But the thing that is the biggest fail for me is the casting of the lead. Russell Crowe as Cal McCaffery? Do. Not. Want. The character is supposed to be as complex as the story - driven; selfish; caring; cutting; and ultimately hurt and betrayed. I just can't see it from Crowe. And as for his physical appearance? I have to say I agree with terraswrath in that they seem to be going for hobo rather than tabloid hack. I just don't see how they are going to generate any of the chemistry and spark between Crowe and Ben Affleck that John Simm and David Morrissey shared in the TV show.

I am horribly torn. I don't know whether I want to watch it and hope to be proved wrong with a demonstration that it can bring this fantastic story to a mass audience, or if I just want to torture myself more if [as I predict] it all turns to shit.

I just wish that Hollywood would lay the hell off our classic telly :/

I've been drabbling a lot lately. It feels somewhat more manageable to bash out 100 words rather than try to do a full-blown fic given the level of real-life that's creeping in under the door of the Filthcave, so thought I should probably get some links together so I have track of what I've written.

Title: Lost and Found Out
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: Very very brown Cortina (or NC17/R for those not in this particular fandom)
A/N: Written in response to lifein1973's new weekly drabble challenge. Challenge was to take the last word from the previous drabble and use it as the first word in a new one

Title: Determination
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: White Cortina (*gasp*), though there is a mention that someone's in hospital and that someone has a graze on their cheek. I just don't think that I have totally fluffy bunnies inside me, okay?!
A/N: Also written in response to the lifein1973 weekly drabble challenge, and more specifically in response to lunadeath02 and karaokegal's little drabble tree as part of what seemed to be turning into something of a developing story.

Title: Denial
Fandom: Dr Who/Torchwood, Jack/Ten
Rating: NC17+ [there are hints on non-con here, so beware]
A/N: Written for xanium , in response to my Drabble meme.

Title: Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Fandom: State of Play, DCI Bell/Cal McCaffrey
Rating: 15, for smoking and stuff
A/N: Written for karaokegal, in response to my Drabble meme and to celebrate her new-found State of Play horn.

Title: Need
Fandom: RPS, John Simm/Phillip Glenister
Rating: NC17
A/N: Written for silvaa, who wanted carpet burns *grins*

Ooh, I've actually been kinda busy with this thing, haven't I?