Squee, I'm going to see Inglourious Basterds again tonight. For the third time. And probably not the last. I think I fall deeper in love with that movie every time I see it. I love it when art takes all your convictions and your opinions and screws with them. All right, I admit it, I'm just in there for the fun and the uniforms. ;) No, seriously, it's an amazing movie. I considered writing a big review, but I'm afraid it would just be pages and pages of "OMFG SQUEEE THIS IS SO COOL" and I don't want to inflict that on you. Or maybe I will. We'll see.
I'm planning to write a biiiiig Hellstrom/Stiglitz-fic. I mean, pretty much everyone on the internet somehow thought of that pairing, with the whipping scene and Stiglitz' "I wanna rip your head off"-glare at Hellstrom, but I felt that I wanted to write more than just blatant uniform-kink-whipping-nazi-porn (this sounds so wrong -.-). And now I want to write a very beautiful, very tragic love story. Yes, I want one of the biggest assholes in the movie and the guy who obviously hates him to love each other. I want them to be happy for some time, before I will destroy everything and hurt them and twist their relationship so much that we can end up with what happens in the movie. Do I make any sense? I doubt it. I just enjoy a good challenge. And anybody who has read my Forgotten Realms fics knows that I love to take apparently absurd pairings and make them believable. If I got Artemis and Kimmuriel to love each other, I will bloody well get Stiglitz and Hellstrom. This is going to be Out of Control all over again, I can see it coming. ;)
Now, the really weird thing is ... I wanted to start writing yesterday (the fic starts with a flashback), and for some reason I started to write in German. Now, German fanfic just sounds WEIRD. Sure, I'll be writing about two German characters, and I'm half-tempted to write at least part of the dialogue in German, but definitely not the whole fic. Especially considering that I haven't written any German in years because my German is bloomy and stilted and full of all those things I beat out of my English writing when I edit. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE my native language, I think it's easily the most beautiful language in the world, it's rich and powerful and intense - and incredibly difficult if you want to write it well. Maybe it's because most of my favourite authors, and definitely the two authors whose style I love most (Thomas Mann and Hermann Hesse), are German, and I always feel like I'm raping and torturing THEIR language when I write in German. Like, considering the beauty they have created, my writing is an insult to them. I'm not sure if that makes any sense to anyone but me. I will start the scene anew, in English, and if inspiration hits me I might just write a German version of that flashback scene as well, and if it's not too horrifying, I'll post it for those of you who speak German. ;)
I'm sorry for the rambling, but I've been in an incredibly weird mood since yesterday evening. I don't know what's wrong with me; I keep going between total apathy and bouncing around doing ten things at the same time.