...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Went to see Exorcist 4 last night - yay for James D'Arcy in a sexilicious priest's robe.

And... yeah. That's the only good thing I can think to say about this film: it has James D'Arcy dressed as a Catholic priest. If that doesn't make you quiver with Fangirlish glee, then you have no pulse don't bother seeing it.

Stellan Skarsgård is trying way too hard to be Russel Crowe, except, unfortunatly, from the part where Russel Crowe can actually act. His character, Father Merrin, has the survival instinct of a retarded sheep. Hyena!Xander could totally have beaten up those rubbish hyenas. [Possessed person] was an exact rendition of Linda Blair in the original, which I admit might have been scary 30 years ago, but is now equal parts hilarious and cringe-inducing.

Even James D'Arcy doesn't get off scott-free, as he has the most appalling fake-American accent, which comes and goes at random intervals and hurts me in my bones.

But he has La Crossbling du Sexy, so I forgive him.

I'm back!

Urgh, twelve days without the internet. Twelve. Sodding. Days.

Have spent most of it lying on the sofa in my kick-ass new apartment, watching Buffy and Angel for hours on end. Such goodness.

Had a good cry over Giles and Buffy's breakdown at the end of 'Passions' (as well as a good laugh over Giles taking a flaming baseball bat to Angelus's head). Nearly choked to death laughing at Angelus's 'facial hair thoughout the ages' flashbacks in 'Amends', not to mention the drunken irishness that is Liam. Had forgotten what it felt like to actually care about most of the characters in anything but a strictly 'God, I hope you die' sense. Also am amazed at the cuteness of Xander and how incredibly boring Angel was. No wonder I used to think he was such a prick.

Quotable quotes include:

Xander: I'm still key guy, right? Good. Then Angel, in his non-key-guy capacity, can work with me.
Angel: What fun.
Xander: Key guy's still talking!

Xander: I gotta say, I'm with Deadboy on this one.
Angel: Could you not call me that?

Pretty much the entire scene with Angelus, Darla and the Master in 'Darla'.

Angel: Stop calling me pastries.

Faith: [wombles on to Wesley about Angel not being mean and nasty enough for her liking] What if I killed you? Do you think that would work, or would it just be really funny?

Also, David Boreanaz haas huge hands. I mean really huge. My brother has pretty big hands, but his are nowhere near as big as Angel's sexy sexy hands.

I miss his hands. And the blipverts. And mocking Lindsey.

And how attractive Angel is when he's just been horribly beaten up, like in 'The Ring'.

And how every now and then, David Boreanaz will impress me with something other than the fact that he's a very pretty chunk of manflesh. My heart broke for him in those last few minutes of 'Hero', when he was screaming Doyle's name.

On a lighter note, the fuzzy felt Moomin dvds arrived today. Huzzah! Didn't get a chance to watch them, as Alan and Jess came over, bringing with them an Angel duvet and pillow set, which is possibly the best housewarming present EVER.