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Benedict Cumberbatch randomly popped up in a dream I had last night. I was in a crowd of people, outdoors after dark, and when we passed each other, he did a double-take and said my name as if he knew me and were pleasantly surprised to see me. I mostly feel neutral about him - I like him in Sherlock, but I've had no impulse to watch his entire body of work (although I did see the NT Live cinema broadcast of Frankenstein, with him as the creature and Jonny Lee Miller as the doctor), so I don't know what he was doing in my dreams. Maybe we were friends in a past life and now we can only communicate in our sleep, and somewhere he was having the same dream at the same time.

In other news, this is a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad week at work, continuing the horrible, terrible, no good, very bad theme that started in October and has only got worse since the beginning of the year. I spent all of today just wanting to go home, eat the rest of the delicious olive tapenade I had with dinner last night, and then mindlessly watch hours of YouTube videos.

Speaking of which, here's some Loconte of the Day:



This is yet another video in which I have no idea WTF he's doing, but I'm fascinated anyway. How can you not love the diva pose around 2:00, or the crazy dancing between about 5:25 and 5:45, or the rockstar knee-slide at 7:10? Meanwhile, there's good old Florent Mothe off to the side, rocking hard and seriously while his friend goes cavorting all over the stage, which is pretty much the way they always behave together.

Oh, except when they hold hands and sing to each other )

Their bromance is epic.
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Pretty Mozart/Salieri fanart (PG-13ish)

(Mozart-the-man was pretty much a Kinsey 0 as far as I can tell - by his early teens, he was writing to his sister while on tour and asking her to pay his compliments to girls he was interested in at home - but Mozart-the-rockstar has lots of slash potential. I'm on board with that.)
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I finally slept properly last night after days of insomnia. It felt awesome, but ended on an unlovely note when I woke up with a nosebleed - it was the mostly contained kind where you think you've just got a runny nose until you blow it and there's GORE, but still. I had a feeling I was leaving the central heat on too much (we don't have a programmable thermostat, so it's either on or it's off) because the cats have been emptying their water bowl three times a day, and now I know. Ugh.

On another note, here's a question that occurs to me every time I do [community profile] yuletide - why is historical RPF classified as fanfic when it's really original historical fiction? Just to take my current obsession as an example, if I wrote a story with Mozart as the protagonist (incidentally, something TC wants me to do as she's kind of on the Mozart bandwagon now too, and has discovered there's a big gap in the market), it would be an original work, just like Wolf Hall or Girl With a Pearl Earring or any similar book you can name, and I could freely shop it around to any publisher I liked. If I wrote a story about Tamino and Pamina from The Magic Flute, that would be fanfic because it's based on characters by Mozart's librettist Emanuel Schikaneder - who, FWIW, cheerfully borrowed a lot of the libretto from a previous production, which itself was a re-adaption of someone else's work, so it would be triple-distilled fanfic. I guess you can say that historical RPF is based on pre-existing characters - at this point I know as much about Mozart-the-man's personality as can be known without actually meeting him, so it's not as if I'd be making him up completely out of my head - but it just seems different to me.

And as long as I'm talking about Mozart (and when am I not these days), I'll torture you all with another video of Pouty Diva Mozart at some unnamed gig. The original version of this song is cheeeeeeeeesy, but here it suddenly becomes all soulful and hot. I love the leaves and vines (?) painted around his eye...not sure about that random lock of hair straggling down for no reason, though, haha.



All the videos I've been watching in French over the last week or two have really put my shaky French skillz to the test. I can read French relatively well - I'm not going to be tackling Voltaire anytime soon, but subtitles, YouTube comments, web sites, etc. are no problem - but when people are actually speaking I understand almost nothing except the odd word or phrase that jumps out of the torrent at me. The exception is Monsieur Loconte up there, whom I can understand about half the time since he's not a native French speaker and therefore talks a lot more slowly, and I assume also with a less complex vocabulary. I've always wished I had stuck with French longer, since I found it a lot easier than Spanish (I had three years of Spanish and two years of French), but at my age I doubt I'm likely ever to be fluent in any language other than my own, unless maybe I laid down some pathways in my youth that I can reactivate. Who knows?
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Welllll I have accomplished next to nothing in my 11 days off work. I had lists of errands, things to get done around the house, etc. etc., and I only did one or two of them. What I did manage to do: finish the run of It's a Wonderful Life, (barely) keep up with the daily tidying, and watch about 100 episodes of Supernatural with TC. Not even kidding about that last one: we started at S1E1 and now we're somewhere in the first half of S5.

The other thing I did was get sucked into Mozart L'Opera Rock. It is just so so so crazy and over the top, with its writhing dancers and its costumes that are a mashup of goth, glittery drag and actual 18th-century apparel. Apparently when it first opened in 2009, they did music videos for some of the songs, and TC and I have been watching them and giggling hysterically for the last few days. For example:

Tatoue Moi )

In which Salieri is alternately brooding and cheerful, an apparently time-traveling costumed Mozart wanders the streets of modern-day Paris singing and kissing random ladies, and then everyone lounges around a magnificent house being decadent and eating dinner.

Vivre à en Crever )

In which heavily made-up Mozart and equally heavily made-up, un-bearded Salieri (who here resembles an 80s-vintage Robert Smith) sing passionately to each other in front of neon lights while looking as if they're about to kiss, while nearly naked dancers and other members of the cast cavort nearby. (This one is like a slasher's wet dream.)

L'Assasymphonie )

In which Salieri creeps from the window of a château while Mozart and Constanze make out under the trees in an idyllic park below, a white-wigged Leopold Mozart jams on electric guitar, goth pirates and ballerinas twirl, and Mozart does a crazy slashing dance with his music-writing quill.

Seriously, you just can't look away. At least I can't. The musical itself is more conventionally staged (for example, 'Tatoue Moi' looks like this) but still quite eye-catching. I hear the rights have been brought up and it's coming to Broadway sometime in 2014, and I would actually consider making a trip to see it. Though at this point I can't imagine anyone but Mikelangelo Loconte being enough of a prancing diva rockstar to play Mozart this way. (The real Mozart could be a bit of a diva rockstar when he felt like it - and also a massive flirt with the ladies - so it's not an entirely inaccurate portrayal.)

And now I have to start preparing to go back to work tomorrow. TC is still on vacation until Monday, the lucky thing. Wah.

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