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I haven't posted anything for a fair while, so you may be somewhat unsettled to learn that the reason for my sudden urge to do so was an X-Men movie.
Yes, X-Men III, in fact. I went to see it today with Piri and Ben.
But why, I hear you say, would you feel the need to share that you went to see that? Well, let me tell you. It is true that when you go to see movies of this sort that, generally speaking, a certain amount of suspension of disbelief is involved- you have to resign yourself to accepting whatever reality is being constructed by the movie to have any hope of enjoying it, for the most part. But there was one thing in that movie, not too far from the end, that just made me go "Now, really, that's just taking it too far". I mean, I can accept that somehow genetic mutation would cause people to be able to plate themselves in metal, control the weather and pass through solid walls, but there are some things I just can't, not in a million years.
So, for whatever reason (the plot being somewhat complex), Hugh Jackman, aka Wolverine, is walking into this destructive force field thingy that is disintigrating everything in its path, but of course, being Wolverine, he can regenerate himself as it injures him and so hasn't been destroyed. As he walks into this thingy, everything's being disintigrated, his shirt, his skin, his flesh, at one point his rib cage is exposed, right? So how is it that HIS PANTS ARE LEFT UNTOUCHED? Completely intact! And that's not even to mention his hair! How is it that that hairdo is not even disturbed by this all powerful force, eh?
It's been bugging me all day.
I don't really have much more to contribute at this moment in time. Oh, except this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1k5l4oiCEc&search=Les%20oiseaux%20dans%20la%20charmille
Natalie Dessay, singing "Les oiseaux dans la charmille", from Offenbach's Les Contes D'Hoffman. It's sung by this singing clockwork doll, and it's somewhat appropriate, since Natalie Dessay is an absolute machine. That she can sing coloratura like that crawling around on the ground is insane enough, but most amazingly of all- that final note is an A flat. A flat an octave and a half about the treble stave. Jaw-dropping stuff.
Anyway, that's all from me for now folks. Hope you're all enjoying your holidays, and if you don't have them, ha!
Yes, X-Men III, in fact. I went to see it today with Piri and Ben.
But why, I hear you say, would you feel the need to share that you went to see that? Well, let me tell you. It is true that when you go to see movies of this sort that, generally speaking, a certain amount of suspension of disbelief is involved- you have to resign yourself to accepting whatever reality is being constructed by the movie to have any hope of enjoying it, for the most part. But there was one thing in that movie, not too far from the end, that just made me go "Now, really, that's just taking it too far". I mean, I can accept that somehow genetic mutation would cause people to be able to plate themselves in metal, control the weather and pass through solid walls, but there are some things I just can't, not in a million years.
So, for whatever reason (the plot being somewhat complex), Hugh Jackman, aka Wolverine, is walking into this destructive force field thingy that is disintigrating everything in its path, but of course, being Wolverine, he can regenerate himself as it injures him and so hasn't been destroyed. As he walks into this thingy, everything's being disintigrated, his shirt, his skin, his flesh, at one point his rib cage is exposed, right? So how is it that HIS PANTS ARE LEFT UNTOUCHED? Completely intact! And that's not even to mention his hair! How is it that that hairdo is not even disturbed by this all powerful force, eh?
It's been bugging me all day.
I don't really have much more to contribute at this moment in time. Oh, except this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1k5l4oiCEc&search=Les%20oiseaux%20dans%20la%20charmille
Natalie Dessay, singing "Les oiseaux dans la charmille", from Offenbach's Les Contes D'Hoffman. It's sung by this singing clockwork doll, and it's somewhat appropriate, since Natalie Dessay is an absolute machine. That she can sing coloratura like that crawling around on the ground is insane enough, but most amazingly of all- that final note is an A flat. A flat an octave and a half about the treble stave. Jaw-dropping stuff.
Anyway, that's all from me for now folks. Hope you're all enjoying your holidays, and if you don't have them, ha!