Team TARDIS banter while filming the Ten/Rose reunited scene in Stolen Earth
Graeme Harper (director of photography): John, watch that your shadow doesn’t come over David.
David Tennant: Get out of my light, Barrowman! This is quite comfortable, actually…
John Barrowman: You can see all my bogies.
Graeme: Not so much wincing, David.
David: Did you not want a bit of that? It was my best acting of the night!
Billie Piper: Oh, this is no time for acting. I could stick my fingers right up your nose, David!
David: Like a bowling ball.
John: Have you got a moustache, Billie?
Billie: [nods] It’s low times for Rose Tyler. She hasn’t had a waxing strip since she last saw the Earth. Razors are in short supply on the parallel world.
-DWM 398 (on the scene where the Doctor is dying on the street after that damn Dalek)
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
Elizabeth Bear – My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)
