one of my favorite things is how excited Aziraphale gets at the prospect of fixing Anathema's bike; he's so jazzed, he so overdoes things that this very concussed woman can tell something is up, even without winking her third eye. he just can't help himself: he sees a vehicle and he needs to make things Fancy.
there's an old clip of Leslie Jordan (RIP) talking about his love of stickers, and he says something like "homosexuals were put on earth to make things beautiful." Aziraphale heard that and said "let me grab my feather boa."
something I couldn't help noticing is how heteronormative that finale felt, which was confusing as all get-out given a story that's queer as a fez on a snake.
that initial scene of the War in Heaven really sets the tone. there's a weird, grimdark masculinity. Aziraphale, somehow, is revealed to be aces at the art of war. he's sooty, armored, an extra straight out of Rings of Power.
the entire film, actually, is an effort to "man up" the angel. he barks orders in Heaven; he shows up the mafia. there's a cold space between him and Crowley, a dedicated avoidance of physical intimacy.
knowing now what we do about the grimdark freaks in the writers' room, so much of this out-of-character presentation makes sense. they took the gay angel and wrote "no homo."
