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Feltimus Peltus
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Unspoken reason: Season 7.

As someone who loved the manga (and a lot of Rodriguez’s work), Alita: Battle Angel made me want to tear my hair out. It was technically faithful as it recreated lots of the visuals but it had the energy of a generic tentpole movie, with CGI bloodletting.

One thing my friend pointed out about Bill and Ted: they’re stoner characters in movies that do not reference pot. That was like a light going off in my head. All the scenes where they do something later to get them out of a jam now, it is the logic of having great ideas while high, how that feels. (This gives me the

Chewie, take the professor in the back and plug into the hyperdrive.

When Lillian walked out of the rubble in front of a news crew the show missed an opportunity to have someone say “She’s alive dammit,” or “Females are strong as hell.” (Or I missed them making it.) 

I’m thinking Terminator, Aliens James Cameron. These move along at certain speeds. They’re thrilling and you believe in the world, not just individual cool ideas for scenes

I liked the comic when I was younger. It fell a little more on the Cameron than the Rodriguez side of the equation, even as its plot and battles got more and more ridiculous. I.e., the cyborgs were serious, very serious. The quality was in the technical skill (the drawing) and the worldbuilding.

Also, as I learned recently, a “Little Fauss and Big Halsy” look.

The Godfather: A guy gets to be a godfather to his friend’s baby. Turns out, it’s an honor

Thank you for the spoilers. Sounds like more fun than other middling sunshine noirs. Might watch on account of it

1983: Nice little surveillance state thriller. The suggested title I think by a viewer on here last week was “Polish Titties.” It does commit to the HBOian idea of serial female nudity, but it also delivers all the things an espionage thriller should: cutthroat spies, a hard drinking Stellan Skarsgard-esque cop, the

I took the opening emphasis on the mundane aspects of the job to also show how every aspect of her life was monetized: I’m taking a bath? I could sell it. I’m hanging out with my family? I can use this time to connect with clients on my phone.

That’s what makes it better. It’s a true library at times, with the good, bad and rare. Especially good for obscure horror.

I’m reading The Culture series thanks to positive comments on here. Read the first and now on part 2, The Player of Games. Quite enjoy it. The main character lives an idyllic life in The Culture, everything provided by computers, but because of his love of games goes off to play the game of Azad in a planetary empire

Quincey I think (the cowboy character?) is in Francis Ford Coppola’s Bram Stoker’s Keanu and Winona’s Dracula, which is unusually faithful at times and visually stunning if you haven’t seen it.

There were millions of people in 1930 who were not Clark Gable. They are all ineligible for the mockery of the distribution system responsible for their fame turning off.

With eels on a pizza you can have eels anytime.

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That scene is worth posting in its entirety. More badmouthing of Pinkertons throughout:

They may be trying to aggressively enforce their copyright/trademark. As someone on another Gizmodo article pointed out, there’s (IIRC) an American copyright ruling that said in order to keep your copyright (or trademark?) valid, you have to aggressively pursue it in court.

Well, a breakup is a busted union.