We just got back from Indy. It was fun, even if it did take so much suspension of disbelief in some sections that even *I* felt a strain. But still, it was pretty much what I wanted in an Indiana Jones movie. And Mutt was darling.
'Out Of Gas'
Buffista Movies 6: lies and videotape
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Jilli, Jilli, Jilli.
You don't SUSPEND your disbelief for it. You leave it in the car, outside the theatre, and if it happens to come looking for you, you pretend you've never met it.
Which I'd have told you, but I fear the more time passes since the curtains closed, the rosier the view through my glasses grows.
You don't SUSPEND your disbelief for it. You leave it in the car, outside the theatre, and if it happens to come looking for you, you pretend you've never met it.
Oh, I shooed my disbelief away whenever it sneaked up and started making grumbly noises, but even so! He survived a nuclear blast in a refrigerator?! Even I made skeptical noises at that.
Oh, and I felt cheated about the lack of "the living dead" that were supposed to be guarding the city. Zombies, dammit! They implied zombies and didn't deliver.
hesurvived a nuclear blast in a refrigerator
holy cow, both me and D had completely blocked that out. Yeah that was completely out of hand.
but but... it was lead lined !
Hee. I had checked my disbelief at the door, but I was still wondering "how is he going to get out? They didn't make refrigerators that opened from the inside back then."
Jilli, Indy and roaches, man. When the apocalypse comes? That's what's left.
And all that I can handwave, because MARION! SEEKRIT INDY BABY! (Yes, that's the Bulletproof Narrative Kink I mentioned in email, blame YEARS of unrepentantly trashy bodice rippers, ahem.)
Even if Young Master Shia makes me feel like a dirty fuckin' cougar from hell.
Even if Young Master Shia makes me feel like a dirty fuckin' cougar from hell.
Pfft. You're not even a cub, much less a cougar. Besides, you need to look...tawnier.
Pfft. You're not even a cub, much less a cougar. Besides, you need to look...tawnier.
Dude, I think that kid was born after I hit puberty. Ergo? Cougar country.
Anyhow, I own bronzer.
Yeah, I kinda figured that was your Bulletproof Narrative Kink. Mine, of course, is the undead (vampires preferred, but zombies are okay too), which is why I felt CHEATED. Cheated, I tell you!
Even if Young Master Shia makes me feel like a dirty fuckin' cougar from hell.
Yeah, I get that. He was pretty decorative.
He's not SUPPOSED TO BE DECORATIVE!
HE'S THE GOOFY KID FROM HOLES, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!
Ahem. I mean, it seriously feels like JUST yesterday I was watching him in kids movies with the nephew.
I mean, I have OTHER bulletproof narrative kinks. But somehow, I don't see the Indy franchise as giving me rentboys.