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Olivia Dunham…

Fringe has been my favorite new show for a bit now.  Olivia Dunham as a character is walking a very fine line between being feminine, with all the emotional tendencies but still retaining the tougher edge that allows her to function as an investigator.  The actress (Anna Torv) who portrays her has thus far done an excellent job, playing it straight versus some of the wackiness that goes on in the show (wackiness that somehow never manages to undermine the drama of the character interaction).  This weeks episode (“Bad Dreams”) really has jumped her up a notch in my opinion as an actress.  Olivia has a series of dreams in which she is murdering people, or rather she is seeing by psychic connection someone else causing their deaths (it’s more complex than that, watch the show).  So we have moments where we are seeing the killer, but when the connection to Olivia is live, we see her body rather than the killers.  There’s not much to the shift, her hair is tousled a touch, not as well groomed as it once was, but her physical acting (we never hear either her or the killer speak) speaks of an entirely different person.  The Olivia Dunham we are familiar with is efficient of motion, elegant and clean in all her movements.  When she plays the killer there is no question in your mind that she is someone else.  There is a slouch, a laziness to the motion, a languidity that is not otherwise there.

Bravo bravo, Ms. Torv :)  An excellent job, keep it up!

The Corpse

There is a corpse in my trashcan.  It’s not as morbid as it sounds.  Dora the Explorer has finally, sadly been sullied one too many times by our misbegotten Alpha Cat.  He was, most likely, a dog in a previous life, and never quite made the transition.  So Miss Dora, rest her soul, was resigned to the garbage bin in very much the same furtive fashion as one might dispose of the corpse of a neighbors prize poodle.

 

But now, every time I open the lid, I catch a glimpse of two pink fabric feet and I feel a stab of guilt.  Like the man in Poe’s classic “The Telltale Heart” I can almost imagine it asking me to save it.  My daughter has outgrown the nearly lifesize plushy character, but I still would rather have passed her on to another worthy home.  She was simply unsaveable, no amount of washing in various chemicals seemed to take away the foul tang of cat urine.  I just could not, in good conscience, pass the well-loved doll onto another family knowing the foul provenance that came with it.

 

So when the trash-man cometh, I will say a prayer for the plush pink toes and the wide eyed beatific smile of my daughters favorite toy, and hope that, somewhere out there, there is a place for all those happy memories to reside.