Of Note:

-Do not see 1408. Perhaps it's because I'm prejudiced by a deep love for the source material, but God, what a dreadful adaptation. The plot was subverted from a nod to the Cthulu mythos into a trite story of closure and personal redemption. It was less about the fundamental, gut-deep wrongness of the room and more about the ghosties in the room. The screenwriters failed to do their homework, because there were no ghosts in 1408. That was the point.

Noise and bad overwrought acting from John Cusack drove the nail into the coffin, and it was the third movie out of which I have ever thought of walking. Cabin Fever and Open Water were the other two, for those who were wondering.

If you want another story from the Cthulu mythos by Stephen King, read "Crouch End" from the Skeleton Crew anthology. There is a monster here. A giant, tentacled one. And odd townspeople. And a section of London where stupid American tourists disappear.


And now, I don my ranting pants.

I'm tired of CSI:NY fandom playing "Who's Boo-Boo Is Bigger?" with Danny and Flack in a feeble attempt to justify the upcoming angstathon that will no doubt be Danny in S4. Yes, Danny was conscious for his ordeal, and I'm sure that being beaten and threatened with execution will royally fuck with your motherboard, but the insinuation that because Flack was unconscious after his injury, his emotional fallout counts less and thus can forgivably be glossed over by the writing staff pisses me off.

Yes, Flack was unconscious, but eventually, he had to wake up and address his mortality. He had to come to grips with the fact that he wasn't Superman, and for a man who makes his living stepping in front of very bad people, the loss of the underpinning illusion that lets him saddle up every day had to cause a fundamental shift in his worldview. Even if he never tacitly acknowledges the shift-and Flack is not the sort to publicly wallow or ask for emotional support-it's there, and there should have been small signs. But there weren't. Not so much as a flinch when the lab blew up in "Snow Day". He was too busy smiling at the googe that was Mac/Peyton.

What rankles even more is the certainty that S4 is going to be the Danny angstathon. He'll yowl and cry over the possible limited mobility in his shattered hand and be a pissy, jumpy asswad at everyone. And Lindsay will angst because he was OMG SO MEEN!, and they will spend entire episodes where the subplot is Danny's Angst And How It Keeps Him From Getting His Dipstick Lubed.

The mod at TalkCSI has tried to explain away the gargantuan difference between the treatment of Flack's horrific gut wound and the probable slavish devotion to Danny's broken hand drama by citing the differences in temperament in the two characters. That's nice, but it's also bullshit. A near-death experience of any stripe changes an individual. Period.

Explain it by telling me that Danny is a first-tier character and Flack, fabulous as he is, is only second-tier. Tell me that Danny is Zuiker's favorite. But for fuck's sake, don't spin it as a case of "Flack Wasn't Awake, So It Doesn't Count." That's stupid and insulting and nasty and reveals your fangirl panties more than any badfic ever could.

I'm going to get a mop now.
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