Yukio belongs to Ororo. Come on now!
I loved how long it took Mariko to remember she knew how to fight and how she'd forget again 30 seconds later. Best victim ever! Keeping it interesting!
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Yukio belongs to Ororo. Come on now!
I loved how long it took Mariko to remember she knew how to fight and how she'd forget again 30 seconds later. Best victim ever! Keeping it interesting!
I loved how long it took Mariko to remember
That was ridic.
I would have loved to feel more attachment to the Jean scenes, but the clusterfuck that was the last adult Xmen movie negated that. Also, her whining about being left alone in a bird-song sundress afterlife was weak.
I've gotten so used to considering X3 a bad dream that I totally forgot that he killed Jean. Or Dark Phoenix. Or whatever that was.
Throughout those scenes I was thinking "If you're so lonely, raise your damn self from the dead! That's what you do, right?"
It has long been my pet contention that Vertigo (1958) and the 14th century Middle English poem Sir Gawain and the Green Knight have the same plot, so you can imagine my delight at this passing comment.
In Vertigo, one woman seems as if she is three women—Madeleine, Carlotta and Judy. Scottie, the protagonist, is on a quest to figure out what is really going on. He witnesses false deaths, follows false leads, quests under illusions. A shocking revelation starkly divides the film into two sections: the first section is radically, retrospectively realigned by the second. The girl was not the girl, the death was not the death. Every moment in which Judy/Madeleine establish their “identities” or shift between them is consistently coloured green. Green dresses, green jewellery, green lighting—even Madeleine’s car is green. The performed death (which seems as if it is real) takes place in a chapel.
In Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, one man seems as if he is two men—the Green Knight and Bertilak. Gawain, the protagonist, is on a quest to figure out what is really going on. He witnesses false deaths, follows false leads, quests under illusions. A shocking revelation starkly divides the poem into two sections: the first section is radically, retrospectively realigned by the second. The girl was not the girl, the death was not the death. Every moment in which identities are established or shifted features the Green Knight—who is, as you might expect, coloured green. Green skin, green hair: even his horse is green. The performed death (which seems as if it is real) takes place in a chapel.
I took the opportunity to see Black Fish this afternoon. It was heartbreaking hearing the story of how Seaworld obtained many of its killer whales back in the 70s, and utterly chilling to find out the details surrounding Tilikum, the largest captive orca. He's killed (and in one case partially eaten) two of his trainers, and also killed a man who illegally entered his pool at night in a fashion that would suit a horror movie.
Yay, Iron Man 3 finally made it to the dollar movie and I have seen it! I can now read all the new fanfic and read the white font.
Hey, the whole Cornetto trilogy is being shown Thursday night at select AMC theatres: [link]
Hey, the whole Cornetto trilogy is being shown Thursday night at select AMC theatres
DUDE. WANT.
Ooh, I could theoretically do that! But can I actually handle 6 hours in a theater on a Thursday? I don't think I can take Friday off at this point. Hm.