New, interesting, thought-provoking, occasionally ranting, sometimes fangirling posts coming REALLY soon.
Just as soon as I find my brain.
Which will be very soon.
I hope.
I mean, it was here recently. I have a dim recollection of having amazing ideas for posts, and articles, and the drive to complete them.
Enter debilitating invisible illnesses rearing themselves for a week and POOF! my brain went into hiding. I now have the attention span of a four year old on pixie stix. I can barely finish a coherent thought let alone...
Have you noticed how incredibly hot and talented and all-around-geeky Tom Hiddleston is? Classically trained Super Actor who refers to Loki as 'cray cray,' gets himself memed all over the interwebs (Loki'd!), and will either rap Will Smith's "Miami" or recite monologues from Henry V on command.
Oh, and then there's this:
What was I talking about?
Ummm...
Oh yeah, I'm going to see APOCALYPTOUR in less than a week. Which might help get songs from Holy Musical, B@man out of my head... or just embed them deeper. *shrugs* Still doesn't make me regret having Supersnoop saying "You got a phone call, motherfucker," as my ringtone.
Wait... that wasn't what I was talking about...
Oh. Yeah.
Brain missing.
Hopefully not for much longer...
"I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be truly disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man."
18 May 2012
04 May 2012
Immortals is ETERNAL
As a movie experience, it seemed never-ending. However, that probably had to do with the fact that a minute into it I had to start live-blogging the whole film. So two hours of never ending cheese turned into about four and a half. Still, here are the fruits of my labor. If anyone actually gets every reference in here, I will personally donate ten dollars to the non-profit cause of your choice. Seriously.
The movie opens
with an ancient, less spacey-wacey looking Pandorica containing foosball warriors. The box is guarded by either weeping angel statues or
trolls turned to stone. Or maybe the quadruplet love children of the two. A
mysterious figure sends a sparkly arrow into the foosball Pandorica and in this
first minute we know this movie will focus on cool visuals that will likely
serve no real purpose.
Meanwhile, in
some tiny insignificant fishing village on a cliff, the Great Dragon harps on
Superman for his inadequacy in hacking wood while sermonizing about protecting
the weak. Superman makes weird spear jokes with his mom, who has just returned
from a prayer meeting where everyone calls her out on being a whore with a
Kryptonian son, and everyone is uncomfortable. Said spear jokes are made more
awkward when the next cut reveals Superman sleeping in the same room as mommy
dearest. They are both awoken by the Sound of Drums (no, not those drums,
sadly), and Superman must leap shirtless from his bed and spearfully run off to
discover why the noise.
Shirtless Superman holds mummy close as the general
captain of the tiny fishing village full of buff soldiers have the situation man-splained
to them. Hyperion bad. Oracle taken. Village must evacuate. An angry pre-hybrid
Klaus pulls the generic redshirt ‘we’re all doomed’ routine but is quickly
pulled away by some compelled fangirls.
Back with Kurtz Rourke, the rest of Destiny’s Child is being rape-talked into giving up Beyoncé, yet they pull a Spartacus and all claim to be her. Kurtz Rourke doesn’t like any of this, so he won’t put a ring on it.
Kurtz Rayder prepares the wildling army for battle and, using Legolas’ Sparkly Bow, blasts a giant hole in The Wall. Woe is the Night’s Watch until Superman Snow inspires them by rapping to sword-on-shield beats. Everyone runs headlong into a tunnel fight where Superman Snow uses bootylicious moves to rack up a high body count. Somehow Kurtz Rayder slips up to the Lord Commander’s chambers and skewers him without a word. Negotiation fail. In the tunnels, Traitorous Rebellious Emo Redshirt Klaus shouts Superman Snow’s name to ensure his own skewering is meaningful. Finally free of this movie, he can start daggering his siblings so he can maintain his Traitorous Rebellious Emo attitude for another few centuries.
Yet Zeus the Bard in all his awesome hotness manages to flash out with Athena’s body before sending the entire wildling army into the depths of Mordor under the crushing mountain.
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| Making Titans into a foosball set = worst marketing ever. |
Cut to the girl
from Slumdog Millionaire waking up, panting, flanked in bed by three other ethnic
ladies. Frieda, she is an oracle and the others are apparently the rest of
Destiny’s Child to her Beyoncé. She woes about the foosball warriors (aka
Titans) being set free by a magic arrow loosed from Legolas’ Sparkly Bow, and a
four way hug ensues.
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| Lest you think I make any of this up... |
The Great
Dragon* VOs over the titles and there’s a pictograph motion comic trying to
happen here, but without Merlin to look puzzled and/or angry about the story it
doesn’t really make sense.
Post
picto-intro, we’re introduced to King Hyperion and his army who are trying to
break up Destiny’s Child’s quadro-hug. We know Hyperion is evil by his size,
his mask, his spiny armour, his gravelly tone, and his propensity for making
bad puns while torturing priests. Also, it’s Mickey Rourke.
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| Scarred face: Check. Spiny gold armor: check. Insane past: wrote the book |
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| I am a poor, shirtless man with a spear and I demand respect for my life choices! |
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| Hey girl, I heard you like immortality. Playing in Immortals wasn't enough for me. I'mma become one. |
During the
evacuation, typical class distinctions divide the villagers. Superman’s
shirtlessness and overt attachment to mom mean he must wait an extra day with
the social lepers and mouth breathers before following those with more money
for shirts and less oedipal attachments. Superman takes issue with this, as
well as with being called a WatersSnowRiversStone and a fight breaks out.
Before Superman can pwn the day and rid the movie of Redshirt Klaus, the
general captain promises Superman capable soldiers to escort the poor, oedipal,
mouth breathing bastards. Superman is offered a place in the manly,
breastplated army, but turns it down so he can go back to hugging mom.**
Emo Redshirt
Klaus recovers from his near-skewering by gazing gloomily into the
distance and sketching Superman being forced to watch other men hug his mom.
The general captain sees these sketches and kicks Emo Redshirt Klaus out of the
army and into the not so loving arms of the mouth breathing social lepers.
Meanwhile,
Superman tries to convince the Great Dragon to leave the village before the
giant spiny tortoise that is Mickey Rourke attacks. The Great Dragon refuses on
the grounds that only a dragonlord can make him leave and a dragonlord Superman
ain’t. He then tries to impart some wisdom to Superman, but as it has nothing to
do with spears or his mom, Superman just looks puzzled.
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| Mom wants grandkids, but I'm not supposed to sleep with her to get them? I don't understand. |
A couple of
redshirt soldiers nibble around a fire with some exposition chatter until
Rebellious Emo Redshirt Klaus skewers them all to ensure his eventual redshirt
death is meaningful. As he pushes the final guy off a cliff under a full moon,
a wolf howls in the distance (no, really) and Rebellious Emo Redshirt Klaus
begins plotting on how to become a hybrid.
The Great Dragon
can obviously radiate heat since he no sooner snorts out candles than he transforms
into Zeus: The Hottest Lady Loving God Ever. (Now how do we get that transformation to happen on Merlin?!?) Athena pops out from her
disguise as a naked statue and Zeus reveals he’s been masquerading as
Superman’s mentor because he admires the Kyptonian’s courage, strength, and
devotion to his mummy. The world needs an oedipal Superman to defeat the Spiny
Tortoise and lo! this one is even shirtless.
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| King of the gods? More like King of My Ovaries. |
Elsewhere the
Spiny Tortoise’s army prepares to war on the tiny insignificant fishing village
on a cliff while one of the soldiers roasts marshmallows under an iron
bull’s nuts. (I don’t make this shit up.) Traitorous Rebellious Emo
Redshirt Klaus questions the soldier’s culinary skills and thus is shoved by an
early crafting of Gendry’s bull helm (supposedly this is the Minotaur, but the SFX budget was apparently blown on sparkly arrows), then down to the Spiny Gravelly-Voiced
Tortoise’s lair where he is forced to kneel in front of a bright red lamp for
dramatic effect and foreshadowing.
They Kurtz their way through a conversation
wherein Rebellious Emo Redshirt Klaus tries to convince the Spiny Tortoise
(who’s eating Renly’s peach, btw) of how important the tiny insignificant
fishing village on a cliff is to the world, but all Kurtz Rourke wants is
Legolas’ Sparkly Bow. Beyoncé, she knows where to find it, but no one will tell
him where she at. Kurtz Rourke nonetheless deems Traitorous Rebellious Emo
Redshirt Klaus too pretty to kill yet, so he uses his powers of evil (aka his
quiet, gravelly, somber timbre and personal servant, Gregor Bolton) to gash up
TRERK’s face and make a Reek out of his male anatomy.
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| This lighting really highlights my sanguine personality. |
In the morning,
Shirtless Superman goes in search of the Great Dragon with his spear, but finds
only a flashback to his childhood: whacking a tree with a stick while the Great
Dragon philosophizes about finding one’s rhythm. Back in the now, the Great
Eagle soars overhead on its way to Mordor or Orthanc, and Shirtless Superman
knows this is a sign that Winter War Gregor is coming. Sure
enough, the remaining villagers are being skewered by the Bloody Mummers and
Shirtless Superman must spear his way to mommy. The special effects do most of
the work and just to solidify Shirtless Superman’s impotence, he is netted by
Gregor’s group while Kurtz Rourke slits mommy’s throat wearing a helm that is
obviously part of a bronzed lobstrosity killed on the shores of Mid-World.
Rather than kill Shirtless Superman, Kurtz Rourke saves him to work in the salt
mines – so he can serve some real men, if you catch my drift…
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| Roland Deschain ain't got nothing on me, mothereffers. |
Up in the
shirtless heavens, the gods talk about having ethics and morals, but Zeus the
Bard maintains they must all keep those feelings in check lest this movie turn
into an episode of Xena. His outdated reference is lost on his pouty-lipped
children and they whine about what could happen if Kurtz Rourke obtains
Legolas’ Sparkly Bow. Frustrated that no one got his Xena reference, Zeus
threatens death to any god that interferes with the humans.
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| Later, Zeus had a quiet cry because he still misses Iolaus |
Shirtless
Superman stumbles through a desert in chains with a giant piece of wood. He and
his fellow wood-toting prisoners are herded toward an enclosed oasis tower with
its own spa and recording studio. Beyoncé trips over Sweaty Shirtless Superman,
causing a vision of him holding Legolas’ Sparkly Bow, bromancing with Kurtz
Rourke in a rickety boat trying to surf tidal waves. She mutters some cryptic
bootylicious speak before adjourning to the spa waters where she is hit on by
Stephen Dorff. She then goes back and drips water from her mouth into Sweaty
Shirtless Superman’s and the spread of who knows how many germs is apparently
supposed to look sexy.
That night, the girls perform a death-apella version of “Bootylicious” for the guards and in the building mass grave confusion send Beyoncé off with Sweaty Shirtless Superman, Stephen Dorff, and a mute priest who was tortured by Kurtz Rourke’s bad puns. Bonding around the escapee campfire, Sweaty Shirtless Superman sniffs out Beyoncé’s clairvoyance and they share a mutual pout over their woeful lives. Beyoncé, she can never have sex or her hideous visions of the future will disappear, and Sweaty Shirtless Superman will never get to sex up his mom to give her the grandchildren she always wanted. And don't even get them started on their options for Yule Ball dates. They are in such a pickle.
| It's all sexy time until someone catches an incurable disease. |
That night, the girls perform a death-apella version of “Bootylicious” for the guards and in the building mass grave confusion send Beyoncé off with Sweaty Shirtless Superman, Stephen Dorff, and a mute priest who was tortured by Kurtz Rourke’s bad puns. Bonding around the escapee campfire, Sweaty Shirtless Superman sniffs out Beyoncé’s clairvoyance and they share a mutual pout over their woeful lives. Beyoncé, she can never have sex or her hideous visions of the future will disappear, and Sweaty Shirtless Superman will never get to sex up his mom to give her the grandchildren she always wanted. And don't even get them started on their options for Yule Ball dates. They are in such a pickle.
Back with Kurtz Rourke, the rest of Destiny’s Child is being rape-talked into giving up Beyoncé, yet they pull a Spartacus and all claim to be her. Kurtz Rourke doesn’t like any of this, so he won’t put a ring on it.
Back at the
escapee camp, Shirtless Superman takes offence to Beyoncé being called a whore,
but is perfectly willing to abandon her in his quest for revenge. Stephen
Dorff, meanwhile, wants to head down south to the ladies, and head south on
Beyoncé.
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| Horny Stephen Dorff, oedipal Superman, Beyonce, and a mute priest... humanity is doomed. |
The gods watch
as Shirtless Superman and his band of redshirts Superfriends try to liberate a ship to carry
them all to the lair of Kurtz Rourke. All looks bleak until
Poseidon, tired of stroking his trident all day, swan dives with a triple Lutz
into the ink sea and kicks up a tidal wave. This saves the Superfriends and
destroys their enemies… along with all the ships and any chance they have of
gangbanging Beyoncé on their way to Kurtz Rourke. She cockteases them all by
using the one spring of non-ink water to shower under. Oily Shirtless Superman
asks Beyoncé for a vision, then verbally bitch slaps her when she relates the
one she had with him holding Legolas’ Sparkly Bow, bromancing with Kurtz Rourke
in a rickety boat trying to surf tidal waves. Beyoncé retaliates with the power
of faith through guilt and tells Oily Shirtless Superman if he wishes his mommy
everlasting peace, he better bury her. Because can you imagine the mess if she
became a zombie and then he got his
full Oedipus on?
Meanwhile,
Gendry stokes the coals under the iron bull while the Bloody Mummers bring
puppies to Kurtz Rourke, hoping it will ease the news that Beyoncé and the
Superfriends escaped them. Kurtz Rourke sends Gendry after the Superfriends and
decides the fun she is over: he is heading to Tartarus where the foosball
Titans are stashed because, damnit, he’s a busy guy and that Sparkly Bow is
just going to have to come to him.
Overcome by
guilt and violin music, Superman returns home to bury his momma in the church
where the other women called her a whore -- because she would want to be buried in a
place of love and respect. While soliloquizing to her corpse about the family
line, he punches the wall in sexual frustration, uncovering Legolas’ Sparkly
Bow. Gendry quickly leaps from the shadows, before Superman can conceive of the
Bow’s sparkly properties. Gendry then kicks Superman’s ass all over the rose
petal strewn crypt.
Yet eventually Superman manages to bury Gendry’s cleaver in
the back of his neck. Gendry dies on a bed of rose petals and then Superman
decapitates him.
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| Don't insult Gendry's skill as a blacksmith... |
Superfriends
Theology Chat Show is interrupted by an ambush from the godless as Superman
struggles through the crypts, burdened by the weight of weaponry, Gendry’s head
/ helm, and his shirt. He emerges just in time to send magic arrows from
Legolas’ Sparkly Bow into the throats of the Superfriends’ captors. The Great
Eagle observes all as Superman pitches Gendry’s helmed head off the cliff.
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| The bow must have psychic arrows because Superman's form is TERRIBLE. |
Shirtless
Superman wakes up in his mom’s bed, his arm apparently poisoned by the antlers
on Gendry’s helm. Or just an intense allergic reaction to having to fight in a
shirt. Beyoncé tries to comfort him, but Shirtless Superman just wants to curl
up in mommy’s bed alone… until she shows him how bootylicious she could be as a
solo artist. Then they do it in mom’s bed. Bye-bye visions, hello flourishing
solo career.
During their
afterglow the next morning, Stephen Dorff swoons over them both as they embark
for Kurtz Rourke’s lair. Kurtz Rourke, he
ain’t there. He’s standing in front of The Wall as Traitorous Rebellious Emo
Redshirt Klaus tries to convince him of the wildlings, grumpkins, snarks, and Others
who live beyond The Wall. The reference is lost on Kurtz Rourke, so they press
on toward the ‘gate’ of The Wall.
At Kurtz
Rourke’s lair, the rest of Destiny’s Child roasts in harmony inside the iron
bull. Beyoncé cries convincingly at the site of their charred bodies still
trying to stay together as a group. Superman and the Superfriends deliberately
run into a pit ambush where Legolas’ Sparkly Bow is snatched by one of Kurtz
Rourke’s puppies. They all look to be slaughtered until Ares flits down to rescue
them and Athena shows up with magical galloping horses. Rescue and salvation are
assured until a firework crashes down from the heavens and the earth trembles
under the force of Zeus the Bard’s awesome abs (as well it should). He
bitch-whips Ares into hades, then man-splains everything to Superman: bitch, you
on your own – and don’t fuck this up. The Superfriends take off on the magic
horses, following the Great Eagle to The Wall.
Meanwhile, rather than actually make progress, Kurtz Rourke
fiddles with Legolas’ Sparkly Bow, frolics with puppies, and gouges out the eyes
of his lookout.
A funeral,
complete with Royal Wedding style hats, is held for Ares while Zeus the Bard
weeps the hottest man or god has ever wept.
Superman and the
Superfriends arrive at The Wall to find not soldiers, but weak men, bastards,
and thieves. They then realize why, vow of celibacy or not, no one finds honor
in serving at The Wall anymore.
Traitorous
Rebellious Emo Redshirt Klaus and Kurtz Rourke have another convo about
Superman, intercut with Superman and Beyoncé explaining to the current Lord
Commander how Kurtz Rourke got a hold of Legolas’ Sparkly Bow. The Lord
Commander, probably related to Janos Slynt, poo-poos any talk of Sparkly Bows,
lobstrosity helms, grumkins, or undead wildling armies, and plans to negotiate
with Kurtz Rourke in order to avoid fighting. On cue, Kurtz Rourke’s envoy
shows up, demanding parlay with Superman Snow, and Beyoncé’s surfer bromance
vision seems imminent. Kurtz Rourke hangs in the shadows (like he does) and
parlays with Superman Snow, offering to be his daddy – no more bastardy, only
the panicked squeals of the dying bodies piling up around their new happy
family. Superman Snow spits on the offer and returns to The Wall and
Superfriends, a proud bastard until the day he dies. Tomorrow, they battle!
Possibly
rethinking this decision, that night Superman Snow mopes as he looks beyond The
Wall, then reluctantly dons armour, becoming more than a shirtless bastard
peasant. He’s now an empowered shirtless bastard peasant with Superfriends, who
really aren’t that super.
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| We've got bastards, weak old men, and a self-obsessed pop star. The wildlings have Kurtz Rayder. We.are.fucked. |
Kurtz Rayder prepares the wildling army for battle and, using Legolas’ Sparkly Bow, blasts a giant hole in The Wall. Woe is the Night’s Watch until Superman Snow inspires them by rapping to sword-on-shield beats. Everyone runs headlong into a tunnel fight where Superman Snow uses bootylicious moves to rack up a high body count. Somehow Kurtz Rayder slips up to the Lord Commander’s chambers and skewers him without a word. Negotiation fail. In the tunnels, Traitorous Rebellious Emo Redshirt Klaus shouts Superman Snow’s name to ensure his own skewering is meaningful. Finally free of this movie, he can start daggering his siblings so he can maintain his Traitorous Rebellious Emo attitude for another few centuries.
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| You think your mom issues are complicated? Mine turned my entire family into vampires, I killed her, and now her reanimated corpse wants us ALL dead. I gotta get out of this movie, Superman! |
Kurtz Rayder
manages to arrow the keystone of The Wall, starting a slow crumbling within the
tunnels. Knowing they must escape or risk the most un-hot death of the crushed,
Superman and the Superfriends rush upwards towards Beyoncé, and then beyond
when she hardly acknowledges all their hard work and can only worry about how
bad her hair looks with all this dirt falling on it. The battling heroes
finally make it to where the foosball Titans are stored with their weeping
angel troll guardians just in time to see Kurtz Rayder arrow them free.
Superman Snow is
disoriented by the release of foosballers from their caged table and must
remove his armour to sort it all out in his mind, unencumbered by the weight of
anything on his chest. Stephen Dorff is actually being useful and has managed to
get Legolas’ Sparkly Bow away from Kurtz Rayder. He waves it for Superman Snow
to come retrieve when he is trampled by the foosball Titans for serving a real
purpose. Superman Snow kneels in confusion, not understanding how any of this
happened without him. Just when it seems all is lost to utter ridiculousness,
the gods swoosh down, led by the immaculately chiseled Zeus the Bard, armed
with Ares' giant hammer. (All right, I’m just going to say it: the hammer is his
penis.)
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| They had to put him in the back so his 'hammer' wouldn't eclipse all else. |
Zeus the Bard
slams Legolas’ Sparkly Bow into oblivion with his hammer, then orders
disoriented Superman Snow to go kill Kurtz Rayder so this movie can end already
and Zeus the Bard can go live manly ever after, shooting arrows with Legolas.
Superman Snow runs off and the gods have a smackdown with their foosball cousins.
Zeus the Bard manages to gut and destroy four of them in three seconds with a
random length of chain he pulls out from some cuffs on the wall. Yeah, that’s
the king of the gods, bitches.
Superman Snow
stumbles his way into Kurtz Rayder’s knife half a dozen times as the
foosballers take out some of the lesser gods. Their deaths, although unseen by
Superman Snow, give him the strength to start wailing on Kurtz Rayder and we
jump cut the hell out of these two fights until Superman Snow’s multiple stab
wounds finally make him dizzy and he must slow-mo down his fight.
Meanwhile, Zeus
the Bard continues wrecking Titans with the simple, mortal crafted chain from
the wall, and when one gets close enough to grab for his foot, Zeus the Bard
slams that foot through the foosball Titan’s chest. Through. It. Just… sex me
now.
Superman Snow is
literally getting the seven bells knocked out of him (all right, I think the
score only rang five bells) just as Athena gets skewered and Zeus the Bard ceases
all badass chain fighting to be at her side. Badass warrior and loving family
man – be still my heart.
As she dies without ever getting to kiss her daddy,
Zeus the Bard mournfully climbs on top of the Pandorica as his remaining kin
fight for their lives. Using his fabulous pecs and arm muscles, he pulls down
the entire mountain, collapsing it on himself, his kin, and the foosball
Titans.
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| Now this is an incestual relationship I'd get in on, if you know what I mean |
Meanwhile,
Superman Snow has slow-fought enough and finally shoves Kurtz Rayder’s knife
into our villain’s neck. Revenge complete, Superman dies.
Yet Zeus the Bard in all his awesome hotness manages to flash out with Athena’s body before sending the entire wildling army into the depths of Mordor under the crushing mountain.
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| Screw you guys, I'm going to Laketown to fight me a dragon! |
Decade-ish Later
Epilogue: The Great Dragon narrates a relief sculpture tale around Shirtless
Superman Snow’s tomb as mama Beyoncé looks on. When Superman Snow’s own bastard
son touches the 3-D lobstrosity helm, he sees visions of war. Not to fret, the
Great Dragon in flesh is there to impart cryptic futures to the boy. Beyoncé’s
been too busy getting her nails done to overhear, but calls her son away when
she sees the Great Dragon within kissing distance of her kid. Superman Snow’s
bastard closes his eyes to visions of his daddy and Zeus the Bard rocking it in
the heavens with a new army of gods and Superfriends.
* Yes, I am fully
aware of John Hurt’s long and varied career, but the presence of magic, VOs,
and the character’s penchant for imparting wisdom the main character doesn’t
understand lends itself to Merlin
references.
** I searched and searched for images of how creepily close Theseus and his mom get, but to no avail. Trust me, though, it's like there's a neon sign above the two flashing 'oedipal relationship' the whole time.
And, if you couldn't tell, I'm kind of madly in love with Luke Evans.
I meant what I said about the donation. The first person, if such an one exists, to cite every reference will be granted a $10 donation to the non-profit of their choice. I would say no cheating by google-pedia-ing, but it's for a good cause, so I DO NOT encourage it but it's not like I can stop you.
** I searched and searched for images of how creepily close Theseus and his mom get, but to no avail. Trust me, though, it's like there's a neon sign above the two flashing 'oedipal relationship' the whole time.
And, if you couldn't tell, I'm kind of madly in love with Luke Evans.
I meant what I said about the donation. The first person, if such an one exists, to cite every reference will be granted a $10 donation to the non-profit of their choice. I would say no cheating by google-pedia-ing, but it's for a good cause, so I DO NOT encourage it but it's not like I can stop you.
30 April 2012
A Story a Day? More like a Pain in my Ass...
In a moment of blind enthusiasm for something that might bust me out of the writers’ funk I’ve had going on, my brain went, “A story a day for a month? Why the fuck not?!?”
Now, no matter how many times I give reasons for ‘why the fuck not,’ it keeps pushing back with ridiculous drivel about how I need to be committed and accountable for writing something and this provides it to me.
Stupid brain.
You make me want to go drink until I can’t feel feelings anymore. Feelings like unadulterated fear at the prospect of having to craft and finish not one but MANY stories in a single month.
Yet I’m going to do it… so the brain wins this round.
Also... new blogger layout is new. Not sure how I feel about this yet. I find change disquieting.
Now, no matter how many times I give reasons for ‘why the fuck not,’ it keeps pushing back with ridiculous drivel about how I need to be committed and accountable for writing something and this provides it to me.
Stupid brain.
You make me want to go drink until I can’t feel feelings anymore. Feelings like unadulterated fear at the prospect of having to craft and finish not one but MANY stories in a single month.
Yet I’m going to do it… so the brain wins this round.
Also... new blogger layout is new. Not sure how I feel about this yet. I find change disquieting.
06 March 2012
Winter is Mine
Game of Thrones: Series 1 Bluray Review
First off, I want to praise the shipping processes of release date guarantee sites. My blurays got here in record time. Record. High praise indeed.
If you want links to in-depth analysis of the discs and their features, I recommend Tower of the Hand or Winter Is Coming. Generally, I recommend those sites for any and all wishing to gain further knowledge of the ASoIaF universe.
If you want a fangirlish assessment by someone currently head-over-heels for the series who is chomping at the bit for series two to arrive on screens, I'm here for you.
For ease of following my general squeals of delight, Imma break this down into sections:
1. Episodes
I don't have swanky HDTV. Yet even in standard definition the blurays look gorgeous. From Bran's freckles to swirling snowstorms at the Wall, to gruesome blood-spatters, it's all there in detailed glory.
1.1 Commentaries
I haven't made it through all the commentaries yet (I know, I suck for not being able to devote every waking hour to watching these, but sadly my life and soul-sucking day job do not allow me freedom to watch my favorite shows for money, twenty-fours hours a day). However, I did watch episodes three (Lord Snow) and four (Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things).
First off, I want to praise the shipping processes of release date guarantee sites. My blurays got here in record time. Record. High praise indeed.
If you want links to in-depth analysis of the discs and their features, I recommend Tower of the Hand or Winter Is Coming. Generally, I recommend those sites for any and all wishing to gain further knowledge of the ASoIaF universe.
If you want a fangirlish assessment by someone currently head-over-heels for the series who is chomping at the bit for series two to arrive on screens, I'm here for you.
For ease of following my general squeals of delight, Imma break this down into sections:
1. Episodes
I don't have swanky HDTV. Yet even in standard definition the blurays look gorgeous. From Bran's freckles to swirling snowstorms at the Wall, to gruesome blood-spatters, it's all there in detailed glory.
1.1 Commentaries
I haven't made it through all the commentaries yet (I know, I suck for not being able to devote every waking hour to watching these, but sadly my life and soul-sucking day job do not allow me freedom to watch my favorite shows for money, twenty-fours hours a day). However, I did watch episodes three (Lord Snow) and four (Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things).
Episode three starts with the actors who play Bran, Arya and Sansa doing their own version of the opening titles (including the HBO logo), which is just damned adorable. Especially Isaac (Bran), who just won't let it go. The kids are sharp (especially Maisie / Arya), but still silly and obviously learning -- and in genuine awe of how good their adult castmates are. They definitely play up a bit trying to make sure they all get their comments in on everything, even if it's just one of them adding, "yeah, I know."
Episode four delves in with the writer for that episode (who started off as the showrunners' assistant) as well as swoon-worthy Kit Harington AKA Jon "You Know Nothing... Except How to do the Lord's Kiss" Snow. Huge points for both lauding the Sharpe series during one of Sean Bean's scenes. There's a remark made about Sean being the anchor for series one, which he absolutely is. Makes me wonder, though, who will anchor the series this season. Also, random factoid: Kit Harington has a phobia of things touching his neck which we learn from the extremely unpretty death of Sir Hugh of the Vale.
2. Character Profiles
These little snippets were, I believe, shown on HBO(.com) leading up to and during season one. It's nice to have a little examination of each major character from the perspective of the actors playing them. I would have liked a bit from either of the Mormonts and/or Maesters Luwin, Pycelle and Aemon, but none of them play significant roles in the first two episodes so I sort of get it. For anyone who's read the books, Richard Madden speaking of Robb's relationship with Jon Snow is quite powerful. Hopefully, there will be more of these as the seasons go on and we get introduced to yet more major characters.
3. Guide to Westeros
NERD ALERT! These little featurettes done in motion comic style provide the uninitiated with some of the very detailed history of GRRM's world. From the long ago to the events that start episode one, from history to religions to the great houses and beyond. As one delves further into these snippets, many are narrated by characters from some of the major houses, relating the perspective of that house on the events of the past. Particularly interesting to note are the POVs regarding Robert's Rebellion, and Tywin Lannister's less than favourable opinion of the Wall and the men of the Night's Watch. For those who have read the books, it's a convenient review of events and information disseminated throughout the books in piecemeal bits.
2. Character Profiles
These little snippets were, I believe, shown on HBO(.com) leading up to and during season one. It's nice to have a little examination of each major character from the perspective of the actors playing them. I would have liked a bit from either of the Mormonts and/or Maesters Luwin, Pycelle and Aemon, but none of them play significant roles in the first two episodes so I sort of get it. For anyone who's read the books, Richard Madden speaking of Robb's relationship with Jon Snow is quite powerful. Hopefully, there will be more of these as the seasons go on and we get introduced to yet more major characters.
3. Guide to Westeros
NERD ALERT! These little featurettes done in motion comic style provide the uninitiated with some of the very detailed history of GRRM's world. From the long ago to the events that start episode one, from history to religions to the great houses and beyond. As one delves further into these snippets, many are narrated by characters from some of the major houses, relating the perspective of that house on the events of the past. Particularly interesting to note are the POVs regarding Robert's Rebellion, and Tywin Lannister's less than favourable opinion of the Wall and the men of the Night's Watch. For those who have read the books, it's a convenient review of events and information disseminated throughout the books in piecemeal bits.
The only piece which lacks are the sections on the houses and their members / lieges / households / etc. These are just paragraphs of description where I feel like they could have devoted short 1-2 minute segments to each character either with video or a combo of that and the motion comics.
4. In-Episode Guides
The only feature so far I'm not a fan of... had it been illustrated or video cutaways or inserts during the episodes, I might have enjoyed it. As is, the couple sentences of exposition given on any selection isn't of much note, and I think only folks with a 55+ inch HD telly would be able to easily decipher the tiny writing.
4. In-Episode Guides
The only feature so far I'm not a fan of... had it been illustrated or video cutaways or inserts during the episodes, I might have enjoyed it. As is, the couple sentences of exposition given on any selection isn't of much note, and I think only folks with a 55+ inch HD telly would be able to easily decipher the tiny writing.
5. Anatomy of an Episode: A Golden Crown
It's like in-vision commentary on crack. A toned-down version of this is what the in-episode guides needed. There are occasional full-stops in the episode to talk about the location or the set which seem a bit odd but are understandable as they don't have to do with the action at hand. Still, the concept of a making-of special / episode commentary within the episode itself is really cool. I hope they do more of these as the seasons continue.
6. Making of Game of Thrones
Fun little making of special overview. Nothing astonishing in terms of knowledge, though the interviews with GRRM are cool. Hearing the cast reactions to the sets, locations, costumes, and overall depth of the production makes my fangirl heart soar knowing they're as awed by it all as us uberfans are.
7. Creating the Dothraki Language
A neat little bit on the creation of the language. Jason Momoa, imho, should only speak Dothraki. Also, Iain Glen somehow slips into sounding like a chav when he says 'really crap.'
8. Creating the Show Open
A cool piece on the ideas behind crafting the amazing title sequence.
9. From Book to Screen
Basically a shorter edition of the Making Of special, but with more GRRM.
10. The Night's Watch
I love me some black brothers action. This is a nice acknowledgment of the one place in the seven kingdoms where EVERYTHING is different in terms of weather, adversaries, class standing, fighting, friendship, and loyalty.
Minuses:
The title menus for each disc are exactly the same, and other than the starting episode there's no indication on the disc menu of how many episodes are on a particular disc. This makes navigating the special features pretty aggravating. This would be a lot more tolerable except there's no guide in the enclosed booklet either. The only indication of what episodes are on each disc is printed on the discs themselves, which doesn't help much when you're over excited to see all the special features and have a two second memory for anything not related to them (or if you toss all the discs in a multi-disc player). At least with similar collections (I'm gonna just use the extended LotR DVDs as an example), even if navigating the features with the disc menus is a bit difficult, there's a guide map in the booklet to show you what features each disc contains and where to access it.
As stated before, the guide to Westeros section is amazing, except where it decides to just be written paragraphs. If you're going to go for it on these bits, then go for it like you did with the other sections.
While the making of specials are cool overall, it would be nice for a little more behind the scenes action in them. There's a lot of talking head bits, but not much of the off-screen interactions between actors, crew, directors, designers, etc. which, to me, is always more fun than just everyone talking about how they crafted this cool thing, and how grand it is to be working on the series. This would be a point where the crafters of special materials for the DVDs could take note of behind the scenes stuff from LotR and a myriad of British series (see Merlin and Doctor Who for two good current examples).
The only other minus, and I get that while filming these there was probably a gag order on everyone not to reveal major plot points, is that it would be nice to hear more from the cast and creators about their thoughts on some of those events. No book spoilers needed (and I actually love the decorum both Sophie (Sansa) and Kit (Jon Snow) show when talking about certain scenes during the commentary and speaking of events in the book without really giving anything away. I just happen to be one of those wacky people who assumes if you buy a movie or show on DVD that you've seen it before you start delving into the special bits, so a bit of a nod to those of us who know what's going on would be appreciated.
As stated before, the guide to Westeros section is amazing, except where it decides to just be written paragraphs. If you're going to go for it on these bits, then go for it like you did with the other sections.
While the making of specials are cool overall, it would be nice for a little more behind the scenes action in them. There's a lot of talking head bits, but not much of the off-screen interactions between actors, crew, directors, designers, etc. which, to me, is always more fun than just everyone talking about how they crafted this cool thing, and how grand it is to be working on the series. This would be a point where the crafters of special materials for the DVDs could take note of behind the scenes stuff from LotR and a myriad of British series (see Merlin and Doctor Who for two good current examples).
The only other minus, and I get that while filming these there was probably a gag order on everyone not to reveal major plot points, is that it would be nice to hear more from the cast and creators about their thoughts on some of those events. No book spoilers needed (and I actually love the decorum both Sophie (Sansa) and Kit (Jon Snow) show when talking about certain scenes during the commentary and speaking of events in the book without really giving anything away. I just happen to be one of those wacky people who assumes if you buy a movie or show on DVD that you've seen it before you start delving into the special bits, so a bit of a nod to those of us who know what's going on would be appreciated.
Dragon Eggs:
They're here... somewhere. I'm too lazy to sift through arrow buttons to find them (I tried a bit on a couple discs, to no avail), but when someone wants to point me to them I will happily seek them out.
All in all, it's a really good set and I encourage anyone who watched the series or hasn't seen it yet to get it. The show itself is so well crafted and the entire collective of people working on it show genuine love for the material and the work they do.
All in all, it's a really good set and I encourage anyone who watched the series or hasn't seen it yet to get it. The show itself is so well crafted and the entire collective of people working on it show genuine love for the material and the work they do.
05 March 2012
Doctor Feel Better Viewings...
Back in the day when I felt under the weather, I'd curl up with some VHS tapes of The X-Files. In more recent days of yore, I chose to see if one could really wear out DVDs with a smattering of teen comedies (Can't Hardly Wait, Bring It On, the John Hughes collection, Better Off Dead, etc.). Since entering my mid-twenties and embracing the inner-anglophile there's been a surge in Brit TV and movies.
This current go around with some unknown viral attack on my sinuses and energy levels I decided to post what I've been watching to see if I can glean anything about myself from said viewings. I somehow think not, due to my current inability to focus/think/walk for more than five minutes, but I like making random lists such as this sometimes...
Currently playing: The Vampire Diaries, Season 2, Disc 2 -- Mason Lockwood gets skewered, everyone glams it up for the masquerade ball, Jeremy suddenly becomes really hot, Digital Daggers have a fantastic cover of a classic 80s tune, Elena gets kidnapped by really old vampires running from an even older vampire, and Damon confesses his true feelings for Elena.
Over the Weekend:
Firefly - Our Mrs. Reynolds. Christina Hendricks + Whedon = we're all going to the special hell
Firefly - Our Mrs. Reynolds. Christina Hendricks + Whedon = we're all going to the special hell
Pirates of the Caribbean II: Dead Man's Chest - AKA Way too many Special Effects Cloud Really Important Exposition, and then Jack Dies and Barbossa Returns. Plus, scruffy, asshole Davers is really hot.
Doctor Who - The Time of Angels. Ser Jorah Mormont + The Doctor + River Song + Amy Pond = dream team
Grimm. This show is just fun.
The Cooking Channel. Default 'there's nothing else on' channel.
Sherlock - A Study in Pink & The Blind Banker. Because, duh.
Platypus Day AKA Phineas & Ferb Marathon. We all need a little secret agent platypus vs. hapless Germanic villain action in our lives.
04 March 2012
Omm-ing
Taken from my first experience using the Omm Writer for Mac (it's astonishing what programs actually work when one updates their operating system...):The epicness of this is not lost on me. The screen is white, save for a few sparse trees, their branches bare. Chimes ring steadily in the background as a little chirp accompanies each click of the keys. This is the typewriter of the internet age. Take out the real distractions and just bloody write.
I cannot click on another tab to distract myself with facebook, twitter, or any of the dozen other go to distraction sites. Everything is wiped from the desktop, leaving me alone with my thoughts... and these chimes.
All right, in all honesty, the chimes could be a little less new-agey. Then again, I'll take a bit of new age chiming over the draw to drift to some other distracting destination.
I don't even really know how to get out of this. I just opened the program and this is what appeared to me. I may very well have to go typing into the night until my eyelids droop and I just let the computer go to sleep. I mean, sure, I could pause in this typing exercise and go looking for something to get me out of here, but that would defeat the initial purpose.
Then again, I can only take so much of these chimes. Those at least I need to figure out how to change...
Oooh. New chimes. These are deeper... still new agey, but more like windchimes plus a singing bowl than something you'd hear in the background of an Enya track.
Third series of sound is... melodic. Ish. If you like music that sounds like it's been filtered through water and the lovechild of Phillip Glass and Danny Elfman. Yeah. Not for me.
I got the font to change to something more akin to my style. The background can shift as well to either all white (far too daunting for me), or a light shade of grey. That will be good when I go into a dark mood, but for testing out the program, I rather enjoy the winter-esque landscape. Must be the Stark in me. (I'd like some Stark in me, IYKWIMAITYD...)
Ahhh.... so I CAN minimize this little bugger (and put it on silent if I want my own theme music while writing). That's good, overall. What I'd really like to be able to do is set a timer and/or word count goal on here so the program won't minimize until the timer runs out/I hit my goal. That, in my procrastinating little mind, would create an ideal program.
Even with the odd new age bells.
All in all, for a program that's designed to keep you focused on writing, the Omm Writer does a pretty good job. Though the minimize and close icons are still there if you wiggle your mouse, they are well off at the top (and on the opposite side one is used to) and therefore the temptation to drift away, while still there, is not so easily accessible. The free version lacks a few features I'd like to have, but for someone starting on the path of distraction-preventing software, Omm Writer and I could become fast friends.
09 February 2012
MoffTissIan
I'm proclaiming it, right now. (Links will contain major spoilers...)The only thing which currently gets my brain a-buzzing, my pulse a-racing, my geek heart a-pitter-pattering as much as the ASoIaF series, is Sherlock.
While I understand that for the quality of the series to remain so spectacularly high they can only produce three per season, IT'S NOT ENOUGH. Just like waiting for The Winds of Winter (or, T-Wow, as my geek friends and I like to call it), waiting for whatever will follow "The Reichenbach Fall" is equal parts excruciating and exciting, both mentally and emotionally.
Thankfully, the interwebs indulge my addiction, while constantly proving to me that there are other fans out there just as invested. Even more so.
While following up on every theory and explosion of fandom awesome regarding these series may not equate to the best use of time which could be spent being 'productive,' it does get those synapses firing in a way nothing else does.
It's certainly better than spending my days following celeb news on TMZ and Perez Hilton...
#believeinsherlock
08 February 2012
What is this place?
How did I get back here?Well, I'm glad you (the interwebs) asked. Though the more appropriate query might be: why did I leave?
It's not you, it's me. There. I clichéd.
However, that is pretty much the reality. Just like I'm one of those folks with a tendency to not respond to someone about anything and then the guilt complex enters in for not responding, and then I just get so guilt ridden and ashamed I ignore the issue entirely unless it comes back to bite me in the ass... well, yeah, that's basically it.
Then, eventually, you have to pry yourself away from the Self-hate Spiral of Suck and start functioning again.
This lovely blog post was an enormous help in getting me back to the blogsphere. I am this person. Number fifteen, about the books... it's like the guy has lived with me my entire life.
So yeah, I'm a crazy writer. Nutters. Off my rocker. Gone 'round the bend. Koo-Koo for Cocoa Puffs. I'm not alone, though -- much as the isolating voices in my head and natural introverted personality try to convince me otherwise.
I can't blog the crazy away, but I can invite others to jump in the crazy pool and drown with me.*
*I can't swim. So by my logic, we're all drowning.
See. Crazy.
17 November 2011
Midway-ish
Lack of updates generally point to one of the following:- Inability to write, guilt over thus, and fleeing from any chance at flexing the writing muscles
- Lack of time to write due to insanity of life and/or work
- Illness
- Extreme apathy toward life in general and feeling like there's nothing worthy of writing about
Combine issues two and three, and that's basically the reason this time. I'm trying to be a dedicated mentor, passable worker, powerhouse novelist, and quasi-decent friend... and it's exhausting. It's just that time of year.
However, I wanted to take a moment to say that, while stressful, this has been one of my most fulfilling NaNoWriMo years yet. Why? I have an amazing collection of writers around me. In inspiring and encouraging them, I inflict the same wisdom on myself. When I feel like throwing in the towel just to focus on other things (including helping them make it through the month), I get energized by their passion. I'm finally getting a bit of the teaching bug, if you will, though I definitely do not have enough patience for that...
Mentoring, though, is damn satisfying. If I had more time to dedicate to it, I know there'd be even more worth sharing, even more rewards to give, even more encouragement to dole out, even more emails spewing variations of 'don't give up -- you can do it!'
I've always volunteered and given back to causes I'm passionate about in some way, but never with writing. It's such a (generally) solitary and isolating line, but it doesn't always need to be. Crawling out of our dark little writing cozies and chatting with each other, even consoling ourselves when nothing seems to be going right, is great motivation for retreating back into our own little worlds and continuing our journeys.
Also, it's great to be around literate people. Just, you know, for life in general.
Required link to fundraising page for NaNoWriMo for those who like writers and kids and books and reading (it's all tax deductible and I have swanky broke!writer rewards for any size donation. Any.Size.): Click here and show some love.
02 November 2011
NaNoWriMo Year Five: The NSFPureMinds Version
Or: What in the name of all that is sacred or profane am I doing?
There's something participating in National Novel Writing Month does to you, year after year: makes you fear for your own sanity.
Much as I love it, and proudly wear my writing geekdom with pride, and encourage (faithfully and truly) other people to participate, I acknowledge the mind-shattering marathon that is attempting to write a novel in a month. It is a crazy idea.
It's also a fantastic one.
It's magical.
(Yeah, I got caught up in the leprechaun nonsense of GLEE last night. I'm a sucker for blue eyes, a cute brogue, and a stunning voice. No apologies for it.)
Every year within the first few days I experience the trauma of the OMGWTFs. It can paralyze a writer to start contemplating the 'what ifs' and the 'why the hell am I doing this-es' and the 'everything I write is crap so why bothers' of it all. It can paralyze you at any time. The added pressure of thinking you have to complete something as massive as an entire novel in one month can daunt you into a fear spiral so dark it causes the worst possible black hole: the 'I can't do it so why even bother' hole.
You know what?
Fuck that hole.
Take a giant phallus of words and plug that hole up good. Show that hole the plot it's been missing. Use that hole up with great big sentences inspired by writing prompt, plot bunnies, song lyrics, and everyday objects like carrots and long glass tubes and staplers.
Screw that hole good by showing it you know best.
Then walk away from that hole, satisfied in the knowledge that you fucked it so well it exploded into the brilliant light of inspiration.
Then keep writing. All month long.
And THAT is your pornographic NaNoWriMo analogy of the week.
It's also about 300 words. That's a powerful amount of foreplay for starting work on your novel today.
Just to complete the inspirational mental screwing, here's a picture of Arthur Pendragon, wet, in front of a waterfall.
There's something participating in National Novel Writing Month does to you, year after year: makes you fear for your own sanity.
Much as I love it, and proudly wear my writing geekdom with pride, and encourage (faithfully and truly) other people to participate, I acknowledge the mind-shattering marathon that is attempting to write a novel in a month. It is a crazy idea.
It's also a fantastic one.
It's magical.
(Yeah, I got caught up in the leprechaun nonsense of GLEE last night. I'm a sucker for blue eyes, a cute brogue, and a stunning voice. No apologies for it.)
Every year within the first few days I experience the trauma of the OMGWTFs. It can paralyze a writer to start contemplating the 'what ifs' and the 'why the hell am I doing this-es' and the 'everything I write is crap so why bothers' of it all. It can paralyze you at any time. The added pressure of thinking you have to complete something as massive as an entire novel in one month can daunt you into a fear spiral so dark it causes the worst possible black hole: the 'I can't do it so why even bother' hole.
You know what?
Fuck that hole.
Take a giant phallus of words and plug that hole up good. Show that hole the plot it's been missing. Use that hole up with great big sentences inspired by writing prompt, plot bunnies, song lyrics, and everyday objects like carrots and long glass tubes and staplers.
Screw that hole good by showing it you know best.
Then walk away from that hole, satisfied in the knowledge that you fucked it so well it exploded into the brilliant light of inspiration.
Then keep writing. All month long.
And THAT is your pornographic NaNoWriMo analogy of the week.
It's also about 300 words. That's a powerful amount of foreplay for starting work on your novel today.
Just to complete the inspirational mental screwing, here's a picture of Arthur Pendragon, wet, in front of a waterfall.
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