ok am i the only one who finds the beginning of IWTV so shady??
lol i know im not, so imma just go ahead and speculate–if you’d like to read, you may go ahead and do so c: same goes for sharing thoughts! id love to hear what you all have to say ❤ but, beware, it gets pretty long, sorry folks >//<
Awww what a sweet thing to say! Yeah I’d be pretty sad if this blog disappeared, too.
(If this blog is ever shut down w/o warning, I’ll set up a new blog (or ask a few specific ppl here) to post the info of whatever happened to me and tag it #iwantmyiwtv, but hopefully we won’t have to deal w/ that.)
Tumblr formatting is screwing this caption up, but this fanart and caption above is by the talented @thacmis, and I have officially commissioned a Lestat-in-a-dress to go with this Louis-in-a-dress *u* so stay tuned…
YES, I loooooved OLLA! Definitely one of my faves.
So many questions about those characters! I want the backstory on all of them. How are they turned? When was Eve turned? She seems to have some kind of touch-telepathy with materials, like a druid? How did Ava get turned, is she older than Adam? WHAT HAPPENED IN PARIS 87 YRS AGO? Some bad shit went down in Paris for our faves, too.
(From what I understand, based on my behind-the-scenes knowledge (I know a dude who is good friends with the director, Jim Jarmusch) much of what does happen in OLLA is based on real things that happened in the director’s life, specifically, experiences with an ex (in the movie, represented by Ava).)
It’s almost the VC movie we’ve deserved for a long time and I loved it! Like a documentary or a diary entry, almost. It’s humorous, sensuous, clever, dramatic, all built on a strong foundation of the characters’ chemistry w/ each other. It offers its own take on some of the vampire mythology (they don’t have reflections in mirrors, they are susceptible to blood diseases). Not alot actually HAPPENS, plot-wise, but it doesn’t need to. We’re getting a slice of life of these characters. It’s mostly a collection of charming subtle moments, like Adam trying Eve’s new “cuisine” for the first time:
^Yes, this moment has a sexiness to it *drool* but more than that, he is almost childlike in both his resistance to *~and his curiosity about~* this New Thing bc he won’t let Eve know she can improve his mood so easily bc Adam is a SERYUS Brooding Musician ffs.
Btw, there is/was an Adam RPer, @wastefulselfobsession. You might check out their archive for more OLLA. They have character backstories!
So Adam is something of a Louis/Nicolas hybrid, being the bookworm musician who lives in a shambles and doesn’t care for fashion (or conditioner apparently). Like Louis, he doesn’t want to go around hunting the Evildoer. I can’t help but make a few more little comparisons to IWTV…
^Frickin’ house rules, ppl!!! Hot dad is angry.
^Claudia and Ava are SOOO sorry. Like really. So apologetic. They’ll never do it again, seriously. They are voracious little monsters, aren’t they?
^Little sisters to big bro/sis/makers: “We are going to have S O M U C H fun”
More comparisons could be made but I like ppl to think I am just a casual fan and not a corkboard maniac that’s alls I got for now.
//Consider: 21st century Louis and Lestat going to Ikea to furnish their apartment. They can’t agree on anything and spend most of the precious few hours between sundown and closing time arguing because Lestat wants to buy every modern and flashy item in the store while Louis just wants a simple armchair to sit and read his books in peace but oh my god Louis look there’s an egg-shaped chair that spins and it even has a canopy over it! Lestat then actually tries to fit himself into this child-sized chair while Louis proceeds to have a migraine. Lestat drags Louis, who just wants to sit down for one goddamned second, along through the entire labyrinthine place, exclaiming over every colorful, avant-garde object. Louis is certain he’s seen that hideous bookshelf four times already and it’s either following them or he’s actually losing his mind. Lestat has gone starry-eyed currently surrounded by a collection of amorphous accent pieces which are beginning to look positively ominous. Somewhere along the line they pass a vaguely phallic-shaped rug which just adds to the feeling that they’ve entered some sort of cursed liminal space and nothing really feels real anymore and thank god or whatever powers exist when they finally get kicked out at closing time before they actually become trapped here by some unknowable force of madness.