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fan_eunice) wrote2011-05-09 06:23 pm
fan_eunice) wrote2011-05-09 06:23 pm
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Damn, y'all. This SHOW!!! I am still slightly dizzy from marathoning seasons 2 and 3 in less than two weeks, but I am slightly calmer, and have more thoughts about Fringe in general behind cut. Well, about Walter mostly.
Here is the thing. I think Olivia is fucking awesome. I love Peter. And I adore madly the cast of supporting peeps all around. But this show? Is, for me, All About Walter. Walter absolutely fucking fascinates me in a way few fictional characters have. And a big part of that is actually because of, not in spite of, the horrible things he's done and the consequences of them. I can't justify his actions at all. How could I? He ripped apart two universes by way of the kidnap and torture of children. And yet. And yet.
I don't know, it's like the parent part of me looks at it and says, if that were my son dying and I had that power, could I have walked away from it? I like to think I could have. I can tell myself all the reasons it wouldn't be justified, and it WOULDN'T. But, I'd want to. Oh god, I would want to so badly. And I can't say with any degree of certainty that I could resist.
I'm not sure what I feel for Walter is even so much sympathy as it is...recognition in a weird way, and it kind of freaks me out. And horror at what I might be capable of in the same circumstances. And fascination at the questions his character raises. About the pursuit of knowledge in general. Of science as both savior and destruction. And the mind, both fractured and whole. And, and, and...I have more to say on that but I can't quite get it to coalesce into words. Possibly because my own brain is kinda fucked up.
But, yeah. Walter. I love them all, but Walter is the one keeping me up at night. And the reason I will forever think to myself 'Delicious strawberry flavored DEATH' every time I eat a pop tart. And...um, I eat a lot of pop tarts.
Here is the thing. I think Olivia is fucking awesome. I love Peter. And I adore madly the cast of supporting peeps all around. But this show? Is, for me, All About Walter. Walter absolutely fucking fascinates me in a way few fictional characters have. And a big part of that is actually because of, not in spite of, the horrible things he's done and the consequences of them. I can't justify his actions at all. How could I? He ripped apart two universes by way of the kidnap and torture of children. And yet. And yet.
I don't know, it's like the parent part of me looks at it and says, if that were my son dying and I had that power, could I have walked away from it? I like to think I could have. I can tell myself all the reasons it wouldn't be justified, and it WOULDN'T. But, I'd want to. Oh god, I would want to so badly. And I can't say with any degree of certainty that I could resist.
I'm not sure what I feel for Walter is even so much sympathy as it is...recognition in a weird way, and it kind of freaks me out. And horror at what I might be capable of in the same circumstances. And fascination at the questions his character raises. About the pursuit of knowledge in general. Of science as both savior and destruction. And the mind, both fractured and whole. And, and, and...I have more to say on that but I can't quite get it to coalesce into words. Possibly because my own brain is kinda fucked up.
But, yeah. Walter. I love them all, but Walter is the one keeping me up at night. And the reason I will forever think to myself 'Delicious strawberry flavored DEATH' every time I eat a pop tart. And...um, I eat a lot of pop tarts.