Actual appearance of the Millennium Falcon in the new SOLO movie
I have seen it, and lo, it was good.
No spoilers here — that’s not how I roll — just a quick and enthusiastic round of applause for Solo. And I intended to write a much better review but it’s late and I’m tired and I am just gonna crank this out because Solo was great and PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW.
Guys, we need to talk about the new Star Wars teaser.
I am split on it.
On one hand, I love X-wings. Seeing them cruising over that (lake?) warmed my tired husk of a heart.
On the other hand, I’m sure Daisy Riddle and John Boyega are playing fantastic characters who we will all come to love, but people, we’re missing the important questions. Namely, WHERE IS HAN SOLO?
C’mon, JJ, give us at least a glimpse at one of our beloved original cast. Even the Phantom Menace trailer had Yoda and the droids in it.
Patience, grasshopper.
Yeah, I know, I know. All in good time. Take a chill pill, Blackmore.
He did shove the Millennium Falcon at us backed up by the gloriousness of the John Williams score, so I suppose I can wait.
For a whole year.
Might as well settle in, folks. Winter is coming and all that.
But my inner ten-year-old would like to say the following:
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I watched Cabin in the Woods last night. If you’re planning on watching it, stop reading this post. I am going to spoil the hell out of you.
Yeah, it took me that long to get around to it (I am not much for going to the movies these days). It popped up on Netflix and so of course I had to check it out.
Initial thoughts? Very clever movie. And I’d like to give a round of applause to the Buckner family, a.k.a. the most tenacious clan of pain-worshipping redneck zombies I’ve ever seen. Someone please get Patience and the long-haired guy a spot on The Walking Dead. Rick wouldn’t know what to do with them.
Figured I should try to keep track of what I’m doing somewhere.
Switching to third person was the right choice. 3748 words today, boosting me to just over 27,000 words. I may write a little more before going to bed. Am attempting a sex scene, so of course wine is involved.
Still not sure if I’m just going to stick to one POV protagonist (the heroine) or add others now that those doors have been opened. For now, the heroine is doing most of the talking and I’m okay with that.
In other news, I discovered Starship Troopers 3: Marauder on Netflix. Now, I was generally aware that there had been a Starship Troopers sequel years ago, but I didn’t realize there was a third installment. I checked it out…and oh, Johnny Rico, you have aged very well, but you still can’t act for crap. Casper Van D clearly isn’t trying in this one – at least in the original he made an effort. Here, he’s just like “Behold my rugged good looks!” Which would be fine, if he didn’t have to talk. I think he’d make a great strong, silent type.
I turned it off less than halfway through because the heroine’s ultra-inflated lips bugged the crap out of me. I am not against collagen injections (or whatever she clearly got) if they make you feel better about yourself, but seriously, the damn things took up half her face. No thanks.
Definitely bedtime for me. Cheerio, old chaps.
Netflix has added a slew of movies to their streaming lineup, including some good ones.
What do I go for?
Nazis at the Center of the Earth.
But not just Nazis, mind.
We’re talking Nazi Zombies at the Center of the Earth.
It also seems to include spaceships. I’m guessing this is the obligatory low-budget answer to Iron Sky. If it included Indiana Jones, it might be the perfect film.
I won’t be able to watch this without wine.
Today I watched The Screwfly Solution, produced as part of the Masters of Horror series. There’s a plot breakdown at its Wiki entry, but in short, some sort of biological misfire crosswires lust with rage, and men start killing women en masse. Several characters try to figure out what’s going on and how to stop it before the human race kills itself off. This post will contain spoilers, so if you’re sensitive to that sort of thing…run away now. Or watch the hour-long movie on Netflix streaming.
Overall, I really liked it. It has some of the same shortcomings as War of the Worlds—namely mother-daughter bickering and the daughter being ridiculous while global catastrophe is occurring. Oh, the idiot teen daughter. I hate idiot teen daughters. I did some stupid things at that age, but I like to think I’d manage not to squabble with my mother while my father was trying to kill us.
I guess what struck me was the reaction, or lack thereof, from women. We go from “Men are killing women!” to…basically wholesale slaughter, and within a very short timeframe—I think it’s less than a year?—most of the women on the planet are gone. Do none of these women fight back? Toward the end of the movie, the female lead finally gets a gun, but only because her husband tells her to. Seriously? She even balks about it. I wanted to clock her.
The movie’s assumption (and I guess that of the book) is that women would just be completely overrun and wiped out. I raise my eyebrow at that.