Having the daughter be lucid, if weird, after her return teases a bigger dramatic shift, though. What if she doesn’t come back evil or homicidal at all, just creepy? But her freaked-out parents effectively push her over the edge?
Having the daughter be lucid, if weird, after her return teases a bigger dramatic shift, though. What if she doesn’t come back evil or homicidal at all, just creepy? But her freaked-out parents effectively push her over the edge?
I recall becoming a parent and suddenly becoming aware of all of the parental button-pushing done by the media, particularly local news (“Is your child safe?”), that had previously gone over my head. I’m no “helicopter parent”, but I’m definitely conscious of the manipulation at work.
I’ve never been, so I’m not sure. I’m planning a visit there when I reach 75, though.
I could totally see him using that joke. A fine memorial.
Indeed. For all Chavez’s talk about inevitability, If Oberyn had finished the job, or simply kept his distance and let the poison do its work, there’s every reason to think he would have won. He knew just how to fight the irresistible force, and failed only because he pushed his luck.
I don’t recall having much trouble following the main quest, but there was a lot of side content and backstory that you easily could. I still remember sneaking into a wizard’s tower on a whim, stumbling upon books detailing the whole story of the Dwemer, and the mystery of Red Mountain. The idea that these masters of…
I recall really being troubled by them at first, and then they abruptly stopped appearing. I kind of forgot about them for awhile until I stopped in at the Inn in Pelagiad and was suddenly attacked by one.
Go back and watch him on Fringe (which is my “locked in” for him). Wonderfully menacing, and made it startling for me when he showed up as Ulysses S. Grant in Lincoln.
And given his age when he passed, I would think they’d have made every effort to get those dialogue tracks recorded ASAP.
I remember it taking most of the day to recover from the pentothal when I had mine removed, so I’d guess he just escaped the dentist’s office and was wandering around in an intoxicated, blood-drooling haze.
I chalk that up to Cersei’s insecurity, over the Tyrells’ encroachment generally, but especially the seeming threat of “losing” Tommen to a younger, more artfully charming woman so close on the heels of Joffrey’s death. She’s not someone who’s had to manipulate and claw her way up from the bottom, but like sort of a…
No argument about her performance, it just did a great job of inspiring my shadenfreude, rather than my sympathy.
There are a number of random secretaries despairing (one playing Traudl Junge, whose book was one of the sources for the film - Hitler was apparently nice to all of his secretaries, and they adored him, go figure). Eva’s the one wearing not a blouse, but something that looks more like a Bavarian milkmaid outfit.
Should never post and run... I meant the Tooth Fairy in Manhunter. Buffalo Bill is, of course, the killer in Silence of the Lambs.
I don’t know if director Michael Mann had anything to do with it personally, but there’s an analog to that “In A Gadda Da Vida” scene in the “Little Miss Dangerous” episode of Miami Vice, where the episode climax plays out over the length of PIL’s “The Order of Death”.
I remember being much disappointed that the last two installments of the series don’t open with “music video” sequences at all, much less ones as effective as the first two, and I feel like that kind of mapped the fizzling out of the series as a whole.
The way the song just kind of peters out at the end is kind of a cherry-on-top for the creepiness.
I’ve included that on an in-car CD mix, and always chuckle to myself when anyone else hears it, unaware of its connotations.
yet there’s still some sympathy to be mined in the grief expressed by Lena Headey, or the way Jaime barrels his way through onlookers to reach the side of the boy he pretends is his nephew (but even the most pickled wedding guest knows is his son)
I’m no art major. I was just thinking in terms of the organic curves of Art Nouveau comparing to the similar “streamlining” feel of Deco. I’m always a little suspicious of hard end-dates for artistic styles, though, even more than start dates.