I could not agree with you more. My family's like, "...you do know it's just a show, right?" and I seriously feel like BLUDGEONING someone because it's NOT. The Illiad is not just a bunch of words thrown together, Tchaikovsky did not just make a great number of sounds together, and this show is not just two brothers hunting evil. It's fucking epic, the themes and the symbolism and the character studies and EVERYTHING. It isn't perfection, not in the slightest, but somehow I can't get people, like my family, to think in literary terms and look past what this show is on the surface and dig deep into the love and sacrifice and family that makes this show what it is. I can't force that upon them, so I sit here alone reveling in it. And it hurts.
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Date: 2007-05-12 05:04 am (UTC)I could not agree with you more. My family's like, "...you do know it's just a show, right?" and I seriously feel like BLUDGEONING someone because it's NOT. The Illiad is not just a bunch of words thrown together, Tchaikovsky did not just make a great number of sounds together, and this show is not just two brothers hunting evil. It's fucking epic, the themes and the symbolism and the character studies and EVERYTHING. It isn't perfection, not in the slightest, but somehow I can't get people, like my family, to think in literary terms and look past what this show is on the surface and dig deep into the love and sacrifice and family that makes this show what it is. I can't force that upon them, so I sit here alone reveling in it. And it hurts.
And yeah, I just cannot even, anymore. *Clings*