Fairly spoiler-free comment on Day Four of Torchwood's Third Series ("Children of Earth").
Quite frankly, I'm all over the place emotionally about this.
I know some have remained unimpressed, and there have been moments of high silliness, but I think the testament that has most reached me is that Cloud has been utterly addicted (and not in a 'let's laugh at Rullsenberg biting her nails' kinda way).
So far we've had tension and half-seen monsters, politics in the way that we've come to expect, grand acting from the likes of Peter Capaldi and Paul Copley and... and ...
... and...
Death.
I am now utterly torn. I can't help but feel that if (and by lordy its a big IF*) that RTD person holds his nerve and actually leaves the urge to make everything all right again, the end of S3 of Torchwood couldn't be a bigger, a more symbolic ending for Rosby growing up and going to University.
Yeah, I know, I'm personalising it: but it was my first thought last night on watching Day Four.
But part of me can't help but NOT want it to end this way, and I hate myself for that. I can't help but have the hope for a better ending, but I know that what I need - what should remain - is the bleakness.
That these deaths, THAT death, should mean something.
And yeah, in case you didn't guess: I did cry.
Guess what we'll be watching at 9pm tonight...
* RTD couldn't leave alone his dramatic finale of Doomsday and though I've been seriously sticking my fingers in my ears all year I can't help but dread that he's not been able to leave alone other endings he's given us. PLEASE DO NOT SPOILER ME. But... GAH. I just wish he would actually leave us with the grief, as traumatic as it is.
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I can't help but feel that if (and by lordy its a big IF*) that RTD person holds his nerve and actually leaves the urge to make everything all right again, the end of S3 of Torchwood couldn't be a bigger, a more symbolic ending for Rosby growing up and going to University.
That's...I love that! I've never thought of it that way before, but it holds some weight; it seems extremely likely that this will be the last series, so it will end in time for me to pack up and head down to Cardiff. Or up to Lancaster, depending on what happens.
Oh, God. I cried, too; so much. I was expecting it to happen, but not quite so soon, and I was an emotional mess for the rest of the night and some of this morning; it was highly embarassing. I'm still feeling far more desolate than I should because, y'know. He's fictional.
I hope that there's no magical turn-around, because I think it would devalue the emotion and drama of the last few episodes; Day Four really was one of the darkest things I've ever seen, and it wouldn't really follow suit to reverse it all. All I want is for the 456 to be beaten and the world saved, and for Gwen and Rhys, and Ianto's family, to survive! Mean feat, much?
Argh. Am already jittery for tonight. God knows how much I'll sob this time!
Rosby: I'm so glad you saw this post - I really hoped you would. Because... well, as I wrote at the end of day four I couldn't stop thinking about you. Whatever you think of Torchwood and Jack (and I can hardly begin to think of Ianto without welling up with tears again), this is a real 'can't go back, you can never go back' turning point --- which surely is exactly how you muct be feeling about moving away from your old blog, from home, to University.
RTD: don't you dare try and make this alright with a quick post-Torchwood s3 fix. Don't you bloody well dare.
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