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The sound of my childhood.
Also, doesn't this sound like a lot of contemporary pop? It's not terribly difficult to imagine Lady Gaga "whoa"-ing over these.
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The sound of my childhood.
Also, doesn't this sound like a lot of contemporary pop? It's not terribly difficult to imagine Lady Gaga "whoa"-ing over these.
MORGAN FREEMAN, aka THE NARRATOR sounds BORED as he narrates A DULL NARRATIVE about the Crown of ACHERON, a powerful MAGICAL ARTIFACT that is split IN TEN and given to TEN TRIBES for SAFEKEEPING, because. If the shards are COLLECTED and the Crown RESTORED, the WEARER will become ALL-POWERFUL.
YES, that sounds rather like LORD OF THE RINGS, and NEEDLESS TO SAY, reminding the audience of a FAR BETTER MOVIE after A MERE FEW SECONDS is A BAD IDEA. (Also A BAD IDEA: Keeping the shard for ONE THOUSAND YEARS instead of grinding it TO DUST and dumping it in MOUNT DOOM A VOLCANO or something.)
Anyway, CONAN is born on a BATTLEFIELD, when RON PERLMAN performs a CAESARIAN on CONAN’s MOTHER so she can see her child before she DIES. She does BOTH. CONAN becomes a TEENAGER, and KILLS four dudes. This is BETTER than the Milius version, because it shows he’s a NATURAL BORN KILLER rather than being FORGED INTO ONE by toil and anger, since the MTV GENERATION still doesn’t do NON-IMMEDIACY all that WELL, even in a MONTAGE.
CONAN grows up to become a MIGHTY BARBARIAN WARRIOR with PERFECT TEETH and also HAIR (because he’s WORTH IT) and then A BUNCH of OTHER STUFF presented in lieu of A COHERENT NARRATIVE happens at a VERY LOUD VOLUME with MUCH GORE (possibly in sub-par 3-D). CONAN slays THULSA DOOM COLONEL MILES QUARITCH KHALAR ZYM dead, possibly eating his EYES like JUJUBEES.
Adding INSULT to INJURY, not a single soul is called “SON OF A SHE-DOG”, though A HORSE is punched in THE MOUTH, because COMEDY! CONAN THE BARBARIAN will be VANQUISHED, DRIVEN BEFORE the box office return, hearing the LAMENTATIONS of the ACCOUNTANTS.
Also: BREASTS, everywhere (but equal opportunity).
"Charles Schulz's Peanuts comics often conceal the existential despair of their world with a closing joke at the characters' expense. With the last panel omitted, despair pervades all." (from 3eanuts.tumblr.com)
Like Garfield Without Garfield, but even better.
There’s a million words in the English language; you should consider your life a failure if you haven’t used every single one of them before you die. If you can describe something with more words instead of fewer, do it. Because fewer words is boring. You know who used fewer words? Hemmingway. And what happened to him? He died. OF BORING.
Read the whole thing.
We can’t go back to that hyphenated days of, no we need to and can work together in working with Pakistan, and we have our issues there, too, and in a sense we do, but we need to work with Pakistan, but that’s one of those issues that we need to work on, as we strengthen our allies, there
Sarah Palin on India-Pakistan relations. (I think.)
This all came out of an item on the AV Club, about how non-Americans are cast as superheroes in American movies because women's lib, etc. (Nobody tell the wingnuts!) Anyhoo, Rick Grimes, the southun sheriff in the interminable TV series The Walking Dead, was mentioned as an example, being played by Andrew Lincoln, a tea-drinking brit. Wasting time on the Internet, I read that Lincoln was in fact born Andrew Clutterbuck, which in turn simply made me ache for a Sherlock Holmes/Walking Dead crossover (or team-up, whatever), with the caveat that the principal actors use their real names. Consequently: Tea With Zombies.
(If nothing else, it's bound to be more compelling than The Walking Dead.)
