Of vicarious heartbreaks
Still obsessing over Magnificent Century – which is a terrible spiral to be in, because it’s very long one (139 episodes, 2 hours each!). And now, I’m heartbroken. (Read on, no spoilers ahead) The first season was all about the heartache of love and longing, and (some) happy endings. Sort of. Many many scenes took my heart and made it soar. Made me ache and hope along with the characters, and in moments, definitely made me not want to be single – a rare occurrence certainly. In contrast, the second season took my heart, and smashed it hard, breaking it into tiny bits. I refer not to any one plotline, or a character, but just the tone of the season as a whole. While season one was full of youth and hope and victory over life, the second season is almost a loss of innocence, and life trampling on your best laid plans and making you cynical and bitter. Older, bolder and even wiser, but also hardened. It speaks of loss and tragedy, and how they shape us unchangeably ...