I'm not sure why anyone would think that I'm bashing the guy. Bashing requires effort, and investment. I just don't care. I'm laughing at him like I'd laugh at, say, David Hasselhoff, because he's a rich famous guy who's making an ass of himself in public. I'm not hurting him, because he'll never read my LiveJournal, and hey, for all I know David Hasselhoff (or James Marsters) is a perfectly nice guy that I'd get along with fine at a dinner party. It really doesn't matter.
It wasn't Marsters' acting that made me love Spike. It was the writing. I'd probably give the most credit to Jane Espenson, because she wrote "Intervention," and that's what really hooked me. Marsters is an actor, he did his job well, I'm glad. But I have no affection for him because of that.
(I understand that you do have affection for him, and that's fine with me. Go you. Enjoy. I just don't. Doesn't mean I'm bashing.)
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Date: 2005-05-05 03:21 pm (UTC)It wasn't Marsters' acting that made me love Spike. It was the writing. I'd probably give the most credit to Jane Espenson, because she wrote "Intervention," and that's what really hooked me. Marsters is an actor, he did his job well, I'm glad. But I have no affection for him because of that.
(I understand that you do have affection for him, and that's fine with me. Go you. Enjoy. I just don't. Doesn't mean I'm bashing.)