Instant heartbreak

[hmpf]

So, while looking for a picture for a discussion somewhere else today I went through my DVD screencaps folder and found the caps I made for my 'this is my angsty face' icon a while back, i.e. all kinds of caps of John Simm as Sam Tyler, looking angsty. Sam angsts a lot. Nearly non-stop, in fact. Ho-leeeee smokes, John Simm can do angst. It's almost scary how well he does it. What's also scary is realising how much of my attraction to Life on Mars is based on wanting to hug Sam, pat him on the head, and kiss it all better. Yikes. Helper's complex, much?

(Of course, there's also a strong element of indentification here, as always when I'm obsessing about a fictional character. On the one hand, they're all 'objects' - of my gaze, of my fantasies, of my desire to help/heal, of my lust, whatever. On the other hand, on another level maybe, they're all 'me'. Frodo, Methos, John Crichton, the Doctor, Sam Tyler... all me, in one way or another. Actually, mostly in the same way, namely: their failure to belong.

I still haven't figured out if that means that my attraction to them is primarily narcissistic in nature.)

Comments

[goatgod.livejournal.com]

Whoa Angst...
belong where? 8-)
Find me a person who doesn't belong to a group, and I'll find them a group.

[neuralclone.livejournal.com]

Yes, John Simm could Angst for England at the Olympics. (Assuming, of course, they make Angsting an Olympic event. %-)

I find I obsess about certain fictional characters too, and what they all seem to have in common is they're outsiders. Which, I suppose, says a lot about my self-image.