From discussions of TV, Film and music to ponderings on politics, art and aesthetics with occasional random bits and bobs, this blog is a place to engage, debate and celebrate the stuff that makes us tick. Snippets from my new book - a coming of age history of 1997, the year that made the future - as well as bits from previous work and current plans will pepper the pages.
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Caressing Nowhere by Apeneck Sweeney (with some help from Buffy)
Here is the next set of drafts from Jane Espenson (this one co-written with Doug Petrie). This one is 'End of Days', the brilliant nail-biting lead in to the final ever televisual Buffy. Faith and the girls are blown up, Buffy meets a very old woman who tells her about a scythe, Spike and Buffy get close; Angel and Buffy get seemingly closer... It's a great episode.
Only two drafts, but also a snippet from the email correspondence between myself and Espenson, some of which will be in my forthcoming book, Joss Whedon.
The drafts remain the property of FOX television, and the email snippet is copyright to Manchester University Press.
During the Writers' strike of 2006, I was fortunate to strike up a correspondence with Buffy, Angel and Firefly writer Jane Espenson. The email exchange will be published in my forthcoming Joss Whedon book. But in addition, she sent me drafts to all the episodes she wrote while at Mutant Enemy (the production company that made the shows mentioned).
For the second batch of drafts for 'The Replacement' go here.
I use part of some of them in my book to highlight the creative process of producing a television show, but as I was re-watching 'First Date' last night (Buffy season 7, episode 14), I thought I'd post what I have of them. They belong to FOX Television. The shifts between the Outlines and version one, and version two and the aired show are really instructive. Little details such as the shift away from acetylene torches to ropes (presumably because of the scope for bondage jokes, and the eventual fate of poor old Xander), or the removal of Chao- Ahn from…
Over the last couple of weeks there have
been a number of responses to the allegations made by Kai Cole against her
former husband, television producer and self-declared feminist Joss Whedon. The
accusations of serial infidelity against her with numerous female co-workers
have produced, on the one hand, maliciously joyful expressions of schadenfreude (‘see, I always knew he
was no feminist’ / ‘ha – all icons get what’s coming in the end’); and on the
other such out-pourings of grief and anger one might think he had murdered all
newborns. Whatever the truth of the claims, and whatever the justification of
the responses (some of which have been eye-wateringly splenetic), what is clear
is that Brand Whedon has taken a hit. I do not know, and do not care about Joss
Whedon as a person (I don’t mean I wish him harm; simply that I am not
interested in him). I am however interested in Brand Whedon. I have spent
nearly 20 years writing about it, so it makes sense that I have a view. Brand Whedo…