They got married.
They got married.
This is shaping up to be my best written…drama of 2016.
The breathtaking meticulous focus to cohesiveness, I could not find a flaw and trust me I desperately want to because I could not love this more. The story is flowing, yes predictably, but along with it sensibly, steadily, purposefully it is comforting and satisfying when we have forgotten the anticipation, that sweetness of sitting back and enjoying the finesse of a story unfolding at all the right beats so understandable, thus maddeningly relatable. It does not even stray a hair of earnest control falling into pitfalls of sensationalized dramatics, which even as brilliant a writer as WriterNoh is in my mind, did not escape, however inconsequential in her latest back to form Dear My Friends. Every seemingly trivial scene, any character building block, are versing, conversing and contributing in some greater poetry in composition we may not be aware till its poignant exposition, but never a scene too soon wasting any line, nor a drop less of impact. I have no use for pleasant surprise, twists and turns when they are in the way of rhyme and reason. Rhyming to this level of beautiful precision, with this passionate attention to every detail thinkable (and much appreciated) but more often beyond my imagination, keeping up this uncalled for quality for every character, every scene, and now 12 episodes and counting…for a genre unnecessary delivering a hit…I had never kissed any cutest thing turning into such perfect prince.
Episode Ten, take all my perfect 10s to give, in this puddle of my former self at your feet, Drama-mama, kissing the ground you stirred.
I want shoujo, and you are giving me perfection every time any or both halves of OTP is in frame, my sillygrin not rubbing away barking to minions (visual of what work nightmares are made of). I dreamed I could live the day savoring a sweetest pretty fantasy period romance swooning me off cloud9, rich with veiled finesse subtlety pertaining era without compromise of any silly. I beg for actors befitting parts and can act, with chemistry, a fluent STORY, all characters on board being sensible, sapient, first. I want true enough to historical events and figures bending harmoniously with romanticized fantasy. I want nothing less, but have been making do with one element, or more if lucky, clicking.
And, with MDbC10, I…
To think this could outshine itself with a lift of a hand.
To think I was still sure I am watching some weightless sweet puff of cotton candy cute.
Cloud nine it is. Here I am. I am not worthy.
Breaks me we lost Kimi Qiao, Be in a better place. Rest in peace.
Functioning Humans, and Fellow postMDbC7ers: Greetings, from planet earth for you and BubbleGummyYoolalaland. Lets use some Bach’s Fantasy and Fugue, never a harm
My new favorite addiction… reading (napping) in the shades drawn by clouds, little slice of lake in my kayak, safe from obstructing swans and sandhill cranes.
Moonlight Drawn by Clouds, my catnip and kryptonite, has me scavenging all my powerbanks at 6am because I wake up with the idea it is so me to rewatch the downloaded 6 eps during my kayaking trip, why not.
I have recommendations. DearMyFriends and ShaolinWenDao are owning my soul. There is also MUST WATCH Glorious C wuxia classic loveliness.
I am getting antsy at 9, but almost all is well by 10. Almost.
Food, is love:
Food is HY’s emotional bandage of simplest pleasure. That little reprieve for her Mother, seeing HY is eating at least….before she hits her child upside of head. Yes, as PDK puts it, it is really pretty a scene to witness HY eating heartily. That change in ep8, it is making him cry.