oh, no promotheus

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The Catcher in the Rye is a bit of an overrated dud, but the Illuminatus! Trilogy and Slaughterhouse-5 are just freaking awesome, if you ask me. I want more of this Robert Anton Wilson dude. He’s got the juice.

…except that Slaughterhouse-5 makes me even more frustrated that i watched every episode of Lost. After the massive letdown of the last two seasons, you could at least look back and say “well, the first half of the show is still one of the best things i’ve ever seen, especially any episode dealing with Desmond! A terminally unlucky ex-military guy who mentally skips through time, visiting different parts of his life at random, trying to find meaning in the seemingly random chaos of existence, before mellowing out and accepting everything with Zen-like calm? That was always great!”

…until you read Slaughterhouse-5 and realize, damn, they just took the character of Billy Pilgrim and made him dashing and Scottish. What the fuck, charlatans who wrote Lost. You sicken me now.

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Ohhhh mercy.

This is the time of the year when i usually start moping because it’s almost Christmas and i have no plans and nothing to do, but that won’t happen this year ‘coz we’re moving. It’s not time to start filling boxes yet, but… soon. Very soon.

I love the new place already. There’s even a back entrance to the complex that goes through a small hilly grove. I think i’m so gaga about this place because it’s surrounded by trees. I like places that are surrounded by trees and you can’t see the rest of the damned world. I want to get out of this place now. It’s too flat. Not enough trees, i can still see too much.

Now that we’re leaving this place, i can’t stand it anymore. I can’t bring myself to clean anything. I mean, what’s the point?

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Gosh.

You know what’s a horrible movie?

Prometheus.

I felt bad when i didn’t see this movie in the theater earlier this year, but managed to see The Avengers. Because Prometheus was supposed to be the more dignified film, the work of a genuine auteur, not just some disposable pop trash. And the movie starts off being very beautiful and dignified. The alien suicide that starts life on earth, the android studying old movies and playing around with a basketball… yeah, this is going to be super great!

…and then it turns out to be the dumbest fucking movie i’ve ever seen. Am i missing something here? Is there a clever subtext that goes over my head? The scientist characters all act like complete idiots all the time. As John puts it, “Not a single one of these beings behaves in a way that resembles a scientist or professional (or rational, methodical human) of any kind. It’s like if they assembled a group of highly trained and capable people and then gave them this weird drug that makes them retarded but also makes them unaware that they have suddenly become retarded and then let them loose on a stupidly dangerous alien obstacle course.”

“Ooooh! Alien snake, so beautiful, i want to pet it. I’m sure it’s not venomous or dangerous like our earth snakes, no, it’s probably a friendly snake that will do good things to me.”

Yeah.

As soon as the old man shows up in his horrible old man makeup, the movie crashes and burns so hard it’s amazing. At least we find out where the aliens from Alien and Aliens come from. They were created because Michael Fassbender stole a tube of black goo from a temple and took a blob of it and put it in some guy’s vodka, and he was infected with the goo and then he had sex with his girlfriend, and she got pregnant with an alien squid… then she forcibly aborted the squid, but it survived and grew huge in the space of a few hours despite being locked in a sterile chamber with no food source. Then an ancient alien woke up and tried to kill the girlfriend, but she outfoxed him and her giant squid baby seizes the alien and facefucks his head with its dicktentacle, and then like an hour later the first alien xenomorph burst out of the corpse and says, “skreeee!”

There’s got to be some subtext i’m missing here.

Prometheus and Avatar. Ridley Scott and James Cameron. These accomplished directors have all the time and money they need, and spend years crafting these unprecedented visual extravaganzas, these monuments of technology, these titanic films that they clearly intend as their life’s crowning achievements… but they fall flat because of the weak stories. I wish that before they started filming, the director-gods would hire some sharp writers, and just have some week-long story sessions. Lay it all out, discuss everything, hole up in a ski resort or other faraway retreat, and just hash out how to make the characters compelling and the story more complex and fascinating. Work it over until you have something special. Just something on par with The Dark Knight or Terminator 2, something you can watch and then want to watch again later a second time.

At least Charlize Theron was really hot as a mean bitch, and Noomi Rapace was cute as hell in her medical bandage underwear. Leeloo Dallas multi-pass!

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Fuck.

Now that the election is over, all i have to talk about are freaking movies. My life is boring. I’m working six days a week, and drawing. That’s about it.

I love getting over to KRH and working with Lewis when it’s below freezing and there’s frost everywhere. Those are good times. Not sure why. One day, i’ll go to KRH and Lewis won’t be there anymore. And then i’ll be sad.

The latest rumor is that my company might get the contract again and we’ll get a dollar/hour raise.

Oh, please. Yes.

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