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Orphan Black. Kicking Nature’s Ass.

The Canadian TV-series Orphan Black has taken audiences and a bunch of critics with storm. It is renewed for a third season airing in 2015.

I admit I was sceptic in the beginning.

As I watched episode two and onwards I got over the Ringer copycat thing and started to really enjoy the clone story. It is nothing like Ringer, you just need to get past the first episode.

The first season is okay. Some cool tweaks but the genius part is solemnly Tatiana Maslany’s  fault. The second season is much like the first one, not introducing enough clones though.

The abbreviated summary full of spoilers is this: There are these clones, right. In the beginning they do not know but through hula hoops of coincidents, true detectiving and a suicide, they or at least some of them discover each other and their true origin.

Which is the same gene pool.
Perhaps even an international adoption agency. The details are a little bit blurry about that.

The clones played by Maslany only look alike. Which is not THAT difficult since the same actress plays them all.

Their personalities however are very different. Due to their upbringing.

Classic Nurture vs. Nature.

The interesting part is that their differences does not stop at simple personality traits but also in their sexual identity and orientation. Including one being a lesbian and one a transgendered/transsexual male.

Are you born heterosexual or is that a choice? Choice, in this case being a very complicated concept.

I do get why pro-gay right activists still cling to the “I (They) am (are) born this way” argument although I find it archaic. Their demands on equal rights not diminished by it not being their nature.

Although it is more likely that it is a combination of the two and not versus, this show has made a stand. At least made a statement.

It is enough for me to find it refreshing.

Christine

 

 

 

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The Lie I cannot live with. And the One I can.

Sometimes when I really enjoy a movie or a TV-series, I browse the message boards and reviews on IMDb. I know I should not but sometime funny stuff appear.

Sometimes not.

Finished with season 3 of Miranda, a sit-com by and with Miranda Hart, an English comedian and actress, I boldly went through its message boards.

One of the reviews ticked me off.

The review starts off very nicely with its title: “Excellent comedy” but it all goes down from there and after the second sentence I am not bothered reading the rest.

“pythonman-1” (from Belgium apparently) states:
“To tell the truth, there are not many female comedians that can make me laugh. This is not a sexist opinion, it is just not my type of humor.”

Of course, it is a sexist opinion.

You would not emphasize the FEMALE part or the IT IS NOT MY TYPE OF HUMOR part if it were not sexist. Sexist opinions is the definition of gender discrimination.

You might not have meant it that way.

Sod it. I do not care.

According to what you just stated, you do not enjoy the one and almighty humor of women, the one that all women have in common but that, lucky for you Miranda sways away from so you could get yourself a little laugh.

So, to the lie I can live with.

I am assuming you are a man.
Good luck finding a girlfriend that can make you laugh.

Christine

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