I forgot, while this show was away, I forgot how beautiful
the language was. I forgot the poetry for it, I forgot the elaborate rhythm of
it. I forgot how sad and morbid and gorgeous and musical it was and how many
excellent, amazing speeches there were. Honestly the conversations on this show
could be a soundtrack. I know many people probably don’t share my love for
overwrought, probably quite convoluted speeches (and I’m sure if they were
written down they would frustrate me no end) but I love it
And I forgot how beautiful it was, the visuals, all the gothic dark and shadow, the imagery of long shuttered rooms and the excellent acting of the ragged people, the almost ruins these characters have become over the last two gruelling seasons. The acting, the imagery – I love it so much.
So, time to catch up with various characters
Starting with Vanessa who has fallen into a dark, bleak
depression after the last season, shutting herself in and isolating herself
from the world until Professor Lyle arrives and delivers some deeply emotional
heart rending lines about his own battle with depression, self hate and how he
felt “loathed and loathesome” until he got help and is now, “resplendently, who
I am”. I give a thousand points of Lyle’s fierce declaration of self in such a grossly
homophobic setting – and take away a substantial amount of them for Lyle’s
beautiful declaration of self being for the edification and growth of a
straight lady. It’s still beautiful though. And with it he sets up an
appointment for Vanessa with a psychiatrist – or, at this time, an Alienist.
Dr. Seward
And she is awesome. She perfectly, combatively,
excellently (and with beautiful language) pinpoints all of Vanessa’s issues and
pain (yes, it’s a magical diagnosis and I really wish that they could magically
diagnose so quickly and easily but it’s still awesome). She also firmly
declares she’s not broken or wrong – she’s ill. It’s excellent and great fun
and seeing Vanessa’s desperate, tiny look of tremulous hope. Oh precious hope
on Vanessa’s face! Also even in that, Vanessa is still capable enough to give
some of her own even with her at her most vulnerable point. And her doctor is
related to the Cut
Wife, so maybe magical diagnosis isn’t wrong.
At the instruction of her doctor she does something new –
and goes to the Natural History museum to look at the animals and run into Dr.
Sweet to have another utterly beautifully elaborate, gothic, morbid,
conversation about death and scorpions and the poor lonely exhibits in their dusty
cases that are so ignored and what a fun hobby taxidermy is (oh, yes, it’s
beautiful and elaborate and manages to not make them look like serial killers
because it’s so gloriously gothic). Did I mention how much I loved the imagery and
language? Also all those dusty exhibits and scorpions are, of course, perfect
metaphors for Vanessa







