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I saw the movie IT last weekend, and it was a good, solid, well-made piece of Hollywood cinema.

Twitter has also been a lot of fun this past week, with people making all sorts of jokes and comics about how they could easily be lured into the sewers with promises of controlled rent and affordable healthcare (this is a good example). This somehow (it's a long story) morphed into fan art of Pennywise and the Babadook dating and doing things like reading picture books and holding balloons (and so on). Some people have tried to explain this by saying that the young Scandinavian actor who plays Pennywise is actually quite attractive (which is true), but I think Twitter's recent obsession with Pennywise is nothing more than people playing around with something that is inherently silly and ridiculous.

If I had to read more deeply into this, I might say that there is a long history of horror movie monsters being coded as queer, and so people facetiously shipping Pennywise and the Babadook is about the normalization of queer romance, which was often characterized as monstrous in the era of postwar American horror films that IT references. I might also say that, now that many people have been forced to confront real-life political monsters due to the rise of militant xenophobic nationalism on a global scale, something like Pennywise (or the Babadook, whose film is widely understood as a Marxist-feminist critique of contemporary Australian society) doesn't actually seem that scary. In the end, these comics seem to be suggesting, it may be preferable to hang out with one's fellow "monsters" in the sewer than to be forced to deal with the monsters who are currently in charge of creating public policy.

Meanwhile, on Tumblr, there are several posts in circulation that are basically saying, WHY ARE ALL THESE ASSHOLES WHO SHIP PENNYWISE AND THE BABADOOK RUINING EVERYTHING BY DEMONIZING QUEER ROMANCE. These sentiments are so performatively radical and ignorant of actual queer issues that they read almost as parodies of Tumblr culture, yet they've received tens of thousands of notes and have been reblogged by people in my own circles of fandom who, by all rights, are old enough to know better.

Personally, I tend to think that people who care about representation in popular media would be better served by celebrating all the things that the actual movie did right, especially in its adaptation of the source material. Let's be real, the book was borderline homophobic in its villainization of queer sexuality. To give an example, in the original novel, Mike Hanlon (the farm kid who stays in Derry and becomes a librarian) is only allowed to join the central circle of friends because another kid turns out to be gay and thus too weak, mean-spirited, and cowardly to fight evil. In the movie, however, one of the child heroes is not only very clearly coded as gay but also gets a lot of screentime, character development, and fantastic lines. Also, unlike the book, there is no bizarre and intensely heteronormative child orgy at the end of the movie, thank goodness.

I feel like, if you want to talk about social justice as it applies to IT, there are so many more interesting and meaningful ways to go about it than to yell about how gay artists on Twitter are making jokes about the love life of a fictional clown monster, good grief.
rynling: (Terra Branford)
Jake: I've been having these dreams, and they seem so real...

Psychiatrist: Well, Jake...

Psychiatrist: *flips through Jake's drawings of Matthew McConaughey*

Psychiatrist: You seem like a smart kid...

Psychiatrist: *flips through Jake's drawings of a large erect tower*

Psychiatrist: I think we both know what this means.

Me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*

Despite getting terrible reviews and an aggregate rating of 18% on Rotten Tomatoes, The Dark Tower was actually a decent movie, and I enjoyed myself. Based on the reviews I read, I think critics were mostly butthurt because of the movie's departures from the novels, but what they failed to acknowledge is that those novels are bizarre. Like, do we really need to see Roland penetrate a mentally deranged country preacher with the barrel of his pistol before shooting her? No, no we do not.

I think it was in an interview with Essence magazine that Idris Elba said he took a lot of creative liberties with Roland's character. This was interesting to me, because I get the feeling that Idris Elba stans Roland in sort of the same way that I stan Ganondorf. Like, he murders a whole hell of a bunch of people and more or less single-handedly triggers multiple apocalypses across multiple timelines, but deep down he has a good heart??

In conclusion, Matthew McConaughey and Idris Elba have fantastic chemistry, I mean like really fantastic chemistry, and,,

#ddadds

Aug. 1st, 2017 09:20 am
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I'm not sure why it took me so long to realize this, but I'm fairly certain that men's magazines are just Tiger Beat for older women.
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Me: So they finally have concrete plans to release a movie of The Dark Tower? Haha okay whatever, sounds great lol, there is no way I would ever go see that.

Columbia Pictures:



Me: โ๏∀๏ใ

Me: (//ロ゜)//

Me: ୧༼☆ ͡◕ д ◕͡ ༽୨

Dr. Strange

Nov. 7th, 2016 08:24 am
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The Sherlock vs. Hannibal movie has been getting decent reviews, so yesterday evening I crammed a bunch of people in my car and drove to Bethesda to see it. It is in fact a good movie, especially if you're into stories about shitty wizards, Matrix-style wuxia special effects, and fabulous eye makeup.

I've been a lowkey fan of Benedict Wong since Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, and he is so, so good in this movie. I love his acting, I love his face, and I love his comedic timing. Basically Benedict Wong is perfect.

Tilda Swinton is also perfect. I adore her no matter what she does, but she is the actual star of this movie. She gets a ton of screentime, and she owns it. Don't get me wrong; Sherlock vs. Hannibal is pure silliness, but Tilda Swinton is grace and dignity personified.

I know there are some people who are going to call cultural appropriation on this movie. My suggestion to these people would be to run a Google search on where the film's production money came from, where it premiered, and where the majority of its box office profits are being made. There may in fact be cultural appropriation involved – I am not in a place to make that judgment – but the fact still stands that the power in the underlying dynamics of the global cinema industry is no longer located where many Americans seem to think it is.

Despite its ridiculousness, what I found especially interesting about Sherlock vs. Hannibal is the complexity of its handling of both Buddhist and Judeo-Christian bioethics. This topic deserves its own post, which I am never going to make because I'm busy writing pornography about gay dads, but let it suffice to say that the movie gave me a lot to think about concerning the implied perception of the worldview that is generally positioned as "Western" by a more global audience.

ETA: Ah, here we go, The Mary Sue just posted a short video critique (link) pointing out that the movie has whitewashed Tilda Swinton's character. This is a valid concern, because of course it is, but I still think the understanding of race expressed here is US-centric; the interests and concerns of people who live in Asia don't necessarily align with those of Asian-Americans, nor should they. That being said, as much as I love Tilda Swinton, it would have been really cool to see an Asian actress in her role, and I 100% agree with the commenter that an opportunity was missed in the casting.

ETA: I should probably be more transparent by what I mean when I say that the interests of Asians and Asian-Americans don't necessarily align. In this specific context, in which a significant portion of the production money and target audience is located in the PRC, where censorship and "guidance" are huge components of film development, portraying the Major Badass in Charge as a Tibetan man is not going to fly for obvious reasons. I'm not saying this isn't messed up (BECAUSE IT MOST DEFINITELY IS), but a simple "Hollywood is racist" blanket statement doesn't even begin to cover the tip of the iceberg of what's going on here. 

rynling: (Cecil Harvey)
Kingsglaive begins with an extended exposition dump in much the same way as Final Fantasy XII. As far as I can tell, the gist of the story is that there's an empire engaging in imperialist expansion. The empire uses mechanical soldiers, wild monsters, and (absolutely terrifying) summon beasts called "daemons" to attack the smaller kingdoms it wants to colonize. In order to prevent the city-state of Insomnia from being destroyed by the empire, its king erects a magical barrier around the city walls. Although the king manages to save everyone inside the city, all of the outlying territories are blasted to scorched earth. Insomnia is not completely closed, however, and it has taken in a number of refugees, some of whom have enlisted in the military. An elite task force of immigrant soldiers has been granted a share of the king's magic, becoming collectively known as the "Kingsglaive."

More than a decade later, the unending war and the maintenance of the magical barrier have taken their toll on the king, so he enters into negotiations with the empire. According to the provisions of the treaty he and the emperor will sign, the empire will stop attacking Insomnia if its crown prince, Noctis, will marry the former princess of an imperial holding, Lunafreya. The emperor is already quite old, however, and what he really wants is not the gradual takeover this marriage would ensure, but rather immediate access to the magical crystal that powers the city and serves as the source of the king's magic. About halfway through the movie, the emperor betrays the king, and Insomnia falls.

This is the point at which Final Fantasy XV is supposed to begin, I think – Lunafreya is on the run, and Noctis is trying to catch up with her. It's important that they find each other because, unbeknownst to the empire, Lunafreya has escaped Insomnia with the king's special magical ring, which allows its bearer to access the power of the crystal and communicate with Insomnia's guardian spirits.

As for the actual members of the Kingsglaive who help Lunafreya escape, it's not a spoiler to say that, as with any franchise spin-off, they're not going to appear in the main story, so they need to be dealt with in some way. It's also not a spoiler to say that Sean Bean is the English-language voice actor for the king, and we all know what that means. Thankfully, everyone still manages to get in some good moments...

...except for the one female member of the Kingsglaive, who is "dealt with" in the first third of the movie. This character is a combination of Rosa from FFIV and Lulu from FFX, and she's awesome, and I love her, and she deserves much better. One might argue that the female soldier needs to be taken offstage in order to make room for Lunafreya, but I call bullshit. I mean, heaven forbid there are two female characters onscreen at the same time, right?

After the credits roll, there is a short scene in which Noctis and his three brobodyguards drive around in a fancy car while joking around with each other. This felt weird to me. I just watched an entire city get destroyed and a bunch of people suffer and die, and now I'm supposed to be happy? This is also reminiscent of the opening of FFXII in its complete shift in tone from "serious people doing serious things" to "cute kids doing cute things," and if I'm being honest it doesn't make me feel kindly disposed toward Noctis.
rynling: (Celes Chere)
I planned to write more about Kinsglaive yesterday, but I ended up writing more than a thousand words of Wind Waker fic instead. I keep thinking I'll leave Zelda fandom, but then it's like NOPE I still have more things to say. I'm going to quit soon, though... maybe. Anyway.

If nothing else, Kingsglaive is gorgeous. I watched the Blu-ray via my PS4 on the huge HD television I bought specifically to accommodate the PS4 graphics,* and it was like looking into a window of someone's house, if their house was a magnificent city filled with attractive people.

Unfortunately, the named characters are so meticulously detailed and so beautifully animated that the off-model characters really stand out. Because the cast of the film isn't that large, this means you have a handful of characters who look and move like human beings walking around in a herd of digital constructs that radiate circa-2005 Resident Evil 4 uncanniness.

I actually (really) enjoyed the 2001 movie The Spirits Within, where everything was on the same narrow rocky ledge in the uncanny valley. I also enjoyed the visuals of Advent Children, in which the character animations were uniformly unnatural and deliberately gamelike. In Kingsglaive, the disconnect between "strikingly lifelike" and "totally an in-game render" continuously caught my attention, however, especially when it came to Lunafreya. You can tell that animated budgets were limited in several of her action scenes, and it's also weird that her face is perfectly flawless when you can see every pore and blackhead and bead of sweat and ingrown hair on every one of the main male characters.

Basically I'm still butthurt over the female lead, who should be the main character, being treated poorly on both a diegetic and a metadiegetic level.

I'm also so used to seeing CG explosions that I wasn't too terribly impressed by the choreography of the action sequences. I'm given to understand that Kinsglaive has been in production since 2013, and the recent conversations that we've been having in the United States about depictions of destruction in superhero movies seem to have gone over the producers' heads.

But writing about explosions makes me tired, so more on that tomorrow I guess.



* Huge HD tvs are unbelievably cheap these days. I mean, they're scary cheap. They're cheap enough to give me serious anxieties about global capitalism. Where are the materials coming from? Who is manufacturing the parts? Who is assembling the devices? Are there literal braindead human-shaped meat puppets involved? I try not to think about it too much.
rynling: (Terra Branford)
I am feeling super attention deficit this morning, so I'm going to have to make multiple posts about Kingsglaive over the course of the day. To be honest, I also felt super attention deficit with Kingsglaive itself, which I had to watch over multiple evenings this past week. The fault lies primarily with me and not the movie, which is not a shining triumph of cinema but thankfully not as bad as I thought it would be. Still, it has issues.

The plot is compli... you know what, I'll write about the plot later.

I tried to watch Kingsglaive in Japanese, but the lip syncing was terrible. Even though the director and staff are Japanese, the voice actors, motion capture actors, and 3D models are all American and European, so after about half an hour I gave up on the Japanese track and switched to English. This was the right choice.

Aaron Paul (playing the hero, or "Disposable Soldier Bishie") does a fantastic job with the material, as does Sean Bean (who plays the old king, or "Now I Have Daddy Issues"). The real standout is Lena Headey, who voices Lunafreya, the kidnapped princess who is being set up as the love interest of Noctis. Headey's acting is sensitive and emotionally resonant...

...which is uncanny, because the animated character has very little affect. I think this is supposed to have something to do with the fact that she's been a prisoner for all of her adult life, but Lunafreya's lack of facial expression is taken to a ridiculous extreme. To give an example, she is a passenger during two dangerous car chases, and throughout both she literally never breaks a sweat or gets a hair out of place. In one scene the car she's riding in has flipped and is skidding precariously along the roof of a building as it bursts into flames, but her face is completely blank and peaceful, like she's drinking tea and watching the sun rise. I'm no expert on human psychology, but it stands to reason that even the most perfect of princesses would express anxiety in this situation – or pain, given the crazy angle her neck bends when her head hits the roof of the car.

I think my problem with Lunafreya is that I watched her way more closely than I was supposed to. I wanted the story to be about her, but Kingsglaive wanted me to pay attention to the male characters instead. My own tendency to identify with female characters aside, Headey's performance really is excellent, and she stole every scene she was in. I would settle down into a mindset of "maybe this movie is going to be good after all," but then the focus would jerk back to the dudes and their explosions, and I would get up and go do something else.

Speaking of getting up and doing something else, more on this later.
rynling: (Cecil Harvey)
Star Trek Beyond is a pointless waste of time unless you happen to have an interest in Idris Elba's career, WHICH I DO. I especially have an interest in the way his career has led him to wearing a black leather fantasy armor bodysuit and snarling monologues in Zoe Saldana's face while she glares at him defiantly. On top of that he's made up to look pseudo-reptilian like Dennis Hopper in that brilliant shitty Mario movie from the 1990s, and this should have been weird and gross but actually looked super cool. If that is your fetish then this is your movie.

Unfortunately, Star Trek Beyond is oddly under-committed to getting its money's worth out of Elba's talent, which is a damn shame. Instead of allowing Elba to develop a rapport with Saldana and giving both of them a chance to say more than five lines, the movie remains doggedly focused on explosions. There are no suspenseful action sequences like there were in Wrath of Khan, just shit being set on fire and scores of people dying without consequence. I feel bad for the set design and digital landscaping people, who created gorgeous HR Giger backdrops for Elba to skulk around in but which were only onscreen for five minutes. The movie ended up becoming a hardcore test of my patience, like, how long can I watch generic people shoot generic blasters at each other in generic corridors or in generic space before I check to see if the Pokéstop in the theater lobby has regenerated?

I think I would have enjoyed this movie more if they had gotten rid of Chris Pine and put in Melissa McCarthy instead. She would have been an awesome counterpoint to Sofia Boutella (whose ridiculous intensity of physical presence is for some reason chucked down the fake kung fu garbage disposal, why why why). As it stands, there are no jokes, no plot, and no Benedict Cumberbatch.

TL;DR: Son I am disappoint.
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Ghostbusters is so, so good. Here are the highlights:

I don't know what it is about Paul Feig as a director, but he makes Melissa McCarthy shine like the beautiful star she is. I fucking love Melissa McCarthy.

I understand that some people are upset about Leslie Jones being cast as, essentially, Leslie Jones, but she carried the weight of this movie. I think the people who are concerned about her character being "street smart" have their heads too far up their asses to appreciate that she is overtly characterized as smart smart. While the three "scientist" characters spout unintelligible streams of sci-fi gobbledygook, Leslie Jones is the one with the Sherlock Holmes level of actually knowing what's going on. If the entire movie were just her talking, I would have been happy.

There are a ton of jokes in the movie about how attractive Chris Hemsworth's character is. All of these jokes land perfectly, because Chris Hemsworth is very attractive.

Neil Casey gets the best villain monologues. He is cheesy and over-the-top and ridiculous and wonderful, and I could listen to him pontificate (with brilliantly timed comic interruptions) for hours.

When the Ghostbusters discover that Neil Casey is the villain, they storm the art deco hotel where he works to infiltrate his underground steampunk lair. I'm not gonna lie, the double rainbow of stage setting porn got me hot and bothered. Buying the Blu-Ray disc so that I can watch the infiltration scene on repeat might be a thing I do in the near future.

Kate McKinnon's character is a goddess. Kate McKinnon is a goddess. She's like Jim Carrey if Jim Carrey were less coo-coo crazy and more talented. Everything she does is a joy to watch.

There's this scene toward the end in which Kate McKinnon dual-wields blaster pistols while the Ghostbusters theme plays on maximum volume. It was amazing. I came at least three times.

I'm not going to spoil it, but Chris Hemsworth does this thing during the closing credits that made me very happy. You think there's going to be like maybe thirty seconds of Chris Hemsworth doing the thing, but then he keeps doing it and it just keeps getting better.

In conclusion, I don't understand why the Ghostbros don't like this movie, because all it wants to do is be silly and have fun. Kristen Wiig is not Bill Murray, but let's be real, not even Bill Murray is Bill Murray anymore, and that's okay. The character Bill Murray plays in this movie is a better commentary on how it's no longer 1984 than I could ever write, so instead let me just say that all the Ghostbusters movies, including this one, are forever fabulous.
rynling: (Cecil Palmer)
I had three thoughts during Captain America Civil War:

(1) Okay, but where is Samuel L. Jackson?

(2) SWEET BABY CHINCHILLAS IS THAT MARTIN FREEMAN.

(3) Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan didn't kiss, WHY DIDN'T THEY KISS, WHY WHY WHY WHY.

In my defense, this isn't a movie that encourages critical thinking.

Deadpool

Feb. 22nd, 2016 08:37 am
rynling: (Teh Bowz)
I don't mean to kinkshame anyone, but there was a lot of torture in this movie, and I mean a lot of torture. At a certain point it stopped being cute.

I also don't mean to 1990s shame anyone, but they might have gone way over the top with the Ace Ventura style humor. I'm not sure if that was specifically what they were aiming for, but I wouldn't have been at all surprised if Ryan Reynolds had bent over during a fight scene and was like, EXCUSE ME, BUT I'D LIKE TO... ASS... YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.

The only thing this movie did well were the bits that were essentially Deadpool-as-Dan-Savage hanging out with Leslie Uggams (I love her, so much) and bitching about Ikea furniture. The movie would have been 9001% better if that were its focus, with Deadpool occasionally killing people offscreen to keep the premise from collapsing.

The internet has been talking about the animation during the closing credits as if it's some sort gift from the Marvel gods, but when the unicorn ejaculated rainbows and farted dollar bills I got the feeling that they might have been trying too hard.

The gender politics were disgusting and made me want to burn the theater to the ground. If Deadpool is supposed to be edgy and subversive and socially progressive, maybe it could have tried just a little harder to get away from the stereotypical comic book narrative centered around a woman being rescued by a burly man who is fantastic at fucking and even better at murder.

In conclusion, I resent this movie, I resent the person who dragged me to go see it, I resent the local theater where I watched it, I resent Rotten Tomatoes for giving it an aggregate score of 83%, and I resent every single shitty preview that came on before it. This is it bros, I'm done with movies, I am so done.
rynling: (Gator Strut)
I enjoyed Hail Caesar immensely.

The people I went with? Not so much.

At the bar after the show, I had to explain the basic plot - there's a guy who's very good at a very demanding job, and when he's offered an easier and more lucrative job he has to decide what his purpose in life is. The point of all the subplots is to demonstrate just how bizarre the protagonist's work is, and by association how bizarre the American postwar cinema industry was.

As I was trying to explain the Hollywood references, one of my friends got mad at me, saying that you shouldn't have to have a PhD in Cinema Studies to enjoy the movie. Personally I feel the same way about things like Ant-Man; like, you shouldn't have to be a fifteen-year-old boy with ADHD to enjoy the movie. The key skill to bring to any viewing experience is the ability to just sit back and let the movie happen, regardless of whether it's Fast & Furious 8 or 12 Years a Slave.

I was grinning during the entirety of Hail Caesar, though. All of the actors (and their characters) are wonderful, and the metatextuality is brilliant. It's nice to understand the history behind what's going on, but it's not necessary. For example, there's this one bit with tap-dancing sailors that goes on for way too long, and the longer it goes the better it gets. When that scene was reprised with a submarine, I thought I was going to transcend my physical state and achieve enlightenment right there in the theater. No cultural capital is needed to enjoy either of these segments, both of which function at around the same fundamental level of comedy as skits from Tina-Fey-era Saturday Night Live.

I can't believe I have to go see Deadpool and the new Michael Moore documentary after this. Honestly I feel like I could probably die happy if I never saw another movie after Hail Caesar, it was just that good.
rynling: (Teh Bowz)
I didn't want to watch The Hateful Eight, and a friend had to bribe me with Vietnamese food to get me to go to Maryland to see it with her. By this point in my life I am sick of both the violent physical abuse of female characters and said abuse being defended by male film critics, and The Hateful Eight has plenty of both.

The movie has four female characters. Three are killed within about five minutes of being introduced, and the fourth, played by Jennifer Jason Leigh, spends the entire three-hour running time (seriously?) being repeatedly threatened, struck, shot in the legs and abdomen, and then [spoiler redacted].

One might argue that the male characters are also killed, but that's usually it – they're shot or [redacted] and then they die, if not with dignity then at least without being fetishized. One male character is briefly but inhumanly brutalized, but it's interesting that his experience is associated with homosexuality, as if being driven to female-coded sexual behavior is far worse than death.

One might also argue (if one writes for The New Yorker, for example), that the male-on-female violence is not a symptom of systemic sexism in both the 1870s and the 2010s but rather an indicator of gender equality, in that a female criminal is shown receiving the same treatment as a male criminal would. This might make a compelling argument were not the male criminals in the movie (and in the American cinema industry as a whole) treated as dangerous and worthy of respect instead of as feral animals that must be beaten in order to be kept submissive.

Although let's be real bros, I am totally willing to get behind a movie (like Inglourious Basterds or Django Unchained) that shows all of its female characters being raped and/or killed if it has (a) cool cinematography, (b) a nice soundtrack, and (c) clever dialog, but The Hateful Eight has none of these things. Despite the movie's admittedly creative bloodshed and capable performances (especially from Tim Roth), I didn't think it was that interesting, and all I wanted during the last hour or so was for the remaining characters to just go ahead and shoot each other already.
rynling: (Terra Branford)
So you think that Not-Kiera-Knightley is going to get with Emo Jon Snow, but then when it's time for Emo Jon Snow to redeem himself he gets all up and personal with Han Solo and says, "I'm gay for Ginger Hitler."

Han Solo doesn't respond well, so Emo Jon Snow goes outside and punches Not-Kiera-Knightley's boyfriend in the face for being the only person on the set who doesn't speak in a British accent, despite actually being British.

Not-Kiera-Knightley's boyfriend doesn't know this yet, but he has a huge crush on Bisexual Mark Ruffalo, whose jacket he has been wearing this whole time.

And then people shoot lasers at each other in narrow corridors and it looks really cool.
rynling: (Cecil Palmer)
If you see a list titled "10 Things To Never Google," don't google those things.

I saw something terrible, and now I can't unsee it. It will be in my brain forever. The only solace I have is in telling other people about it and then watching it infect them like a virus.

This is not the thing, but at the top of the list was "clock spider," which is an obviously Photoshopped picture of the front four legs of a spider emerging from behind a standard circular wall clock. The relative sizes of the clock and the legs suggest that the spider is quite large; but, because its body is hidden, exactly how horrible it looks is left to the viewer's imagination.

Personally, this picture gave me the moé feels, like, Oh look the spider thinks it's hiding but it's so bad at it and it doesn't think we can see it but we can!

I think spiders are adorable. I would love to have a pet spider that was large enough and smart enough to chill out on my shoulder. The way they move their legs is so silly, and they have all these big round eyes, and they're covered in soft fuzz that just makes me want to pet them. I know that I can't be the only person who walked out of The Return of the King wanting to ride Shelob around Middle Earth, because she is obviously the most awesome character in that movie. Also, the best relationship in Harry Potter is between Hagrid and Aragog, because they just love each other so much, and they would do anything for one another, and it breaks my heart that they can't be together all the time.

So spiders are okay. That other thing, though – that's going to haunt me until I die.
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Pigeons romanced last night:
* the creepy infirmary doctor
* (the bad ending)
* the stuck-up rich kid's brother

Notes:
The heroine is murdered in the first two endings, and in the third ending she flees the country to avoid being murdered. What is this game, what is it even.

This morning I watched a screener copy of Spotlight. The point of the movie is that journalism is great, which is complemented by a strong suggestion that religion is awful. I agree with both messages, but my actual response was something along the lines of, "Mark Ruffalo is my wife, Liev Schreiber is my wife, Brian d'Arcy James is my wife, Rachel McAdams is my daughter, and Michael Keaton is my son."

I think I need to take a break from Hatoful Boyfriend.
rynling: (Cecil Palmer)
In the process of watching When Marnie Was There, I depleted my entire store of tissues, and I generally keep a lot of tissues in my apartment. Seriously, I had to walk to CVS in the middle of the night to get more tissues because this movie made me cry. It was so beautiful.

The final game I own but haven't played on my PS3 is Ni No Kuni, so I took it out of its special edition box on the top shelf of my closet and booted it up in order to stay on the Ghibli feels train for just a bit longer. The game took ten minutes to initialize, and after playing it for thirty minutes I still haven't fought a single battle or even made it past the prologue.

I've decided to institute the "Eternal Sonata Rule of Next Gen Console JRPGs," which holds that if I play a game for an hour every day for two weeks and still don't know or care what the hell is going on then I can in good conscience give it up forever. I am not a patient person, and I only have so many fucks to give (and most of them just went to When Marnie Was There).

The Martian

Oct. 6th, 2015 09:37 am
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The Martian was a lot of fun.

I'm usually not into (a) stories about space, (b) survival drama, and (c) Matt Damon, but I enjoyed myself. The people I was with had a good time because the movie is funny and suspenseful, and I had a good time because I have a fetish for solar panels.

Best line in the movie: "Her laptop is like the Smithsonian of loneliness."

Matt Damon is supposed to be a botanist, and botany is cool and everything, but I couldn't figure out why NASA would send a botanist to Mars on a mission that was only supposed to last 31 earth days. Wouldn't it make more sense to send a geologist?

To be honest, I had a lot of questions about the science in this movie. I should probably read the book.

In conclusion, I think Bentobox Cootierash should be replaced in all future quirky aspie roles by Donald Glover, who does that sort of character with infinitely more charm and nuance. The Martian is the first movie I've seen him in, but oh my goodness, he is fantastic. Not to mention drop-dead gorgeous, which is always a nice bonus.
rynling: (Terra Branford)
A single mother realizes that her child, while extremely intelligent, doesn't play well with others, and so she withdraws him from school and accepts the fact that he's probably going to seem a little strange until he's older. She is relieved that she herself doesn't have to pretend to be normal around him. After an incident at her niece's birthday party, she finally understands that her sister is a shit human being, and that her sister's friends are shit human beings, and that it's okay not to spend time with them. At the same time, a creature called the Babadook has been caring for her next-door neighbor, a sweet lady who has Parkinson's. The Babadook has fallen in love with the single mother and tries to connect with her through a picture book he has drawn for her son. Gradually they become closer to one another while she works through her trauma concerning her husband's death. She lives happily ever after with her brilliant son and her monster boyfriend.

( this is totally what happens, and nothing anyone says will convince me otherwise )
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