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Wow. I've just watched last week's Torchwood and it was impressively awful, farce that wasn't funny, action that wasn't exciting and terror that was less scary than Songs of Praise. If you have to use such big twists of logic to tell a story then that means your story is wrong. Gwen deciding that heavily or pregnant or not she's going to walk down the aisle, then only after seeing everyone and telling them she's pregnant that it might not be a good idea to pretend she's pregnant, especially as she's already agreed with Jack and Owen to have it magically aborted after the wedding. Trying to justify it with her little speech to Jack in the middle strained credibility, it's not like she's terminal ill and wants to marry Todd Carthy before she dies.
Phil Ford just started with the idea of a nine months pregnant woman in a wedding dress and worked back and forward from that didn't he?
I'd also be tempted to write a uncurious motherfuckers for Gwen's bridesmaids.
"Gwen didn't look nine months pregnant last night while we were plying her with champagne and a crap stripper in one of Cardiff's shittiest nightclubs did she?"
"I'm sorry, I have such a short attention span I've forgotten that start of that sentence."
"Never mind, it is Torchwood. Shall we go gay for a while to break the tedium of our provincial lives?"
But still, it's good to know that Torchwood have perfected Retcon, so unlike last year, where it drives people crazy, they can dose loads of people with a special version that makes them forget that Gwen looked pregnant, was attacked by a shape-shifting monster who killed one of their friends and splattered goo all over Rhys's coat, but not that Gwen and Rhys got married and the bride looked beautiful.
Also, considering the fuss of a few weeks ago over using that scalpel thingy on Martha it would suggest that maybe Rhys should be drafted into the team for any occasion when it needs to be used as he picked it up in no time. |
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