Oh, the Confusion
Sitting in the theater tonight I saw Robert Downey, Jr. wearing definitely very 18th century clothing and I thought... No, this can't be Iron Man. And it wasn't. It was Sherlock Holmes. Although I will definitely want to see this film, I have a problem with the inevitable confusion this casting decision will cost the younger demographic. "Mommy, why doesn't he bust out his gold and red suit already?" Can you imagine what severe hidden trauma this would cause the kids? They will carry this all through their lives, causing them to never find meaning in their adult relationships.
Granted, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that Watson could be as hot as Jude Law. Good job, Hollywood.
But bad job, Hollywood, for casting Christian Bale as John Connor. It's not enough that we have to listen to his computer modulated voice while he hides beneath the Caped Crusader's mask, now we have to listen to it over the radio, too, while we hide from T-800's in 2018. "If you are listening to this, you are the Resistance." And did anybody else think "Batpod!" when he tripped that Terminator on Wheels and stole its ride?
Kyle Reese, John Connor's future dad but in this timeline still just a kid, appears onscreen and I think to myself, "Chekov!" What the hell? Last time I saw this kid, he was thinner, and he was definitely on board the Starship Enterprise. But now he's grown some jowls and a definite American accent. And he also gets saved by his son, who by the way is Christian Bale and is probably ten years older than he is. I don't think he's even hit puberty yet.
Fast forward, we are in Skynet, John Connor's about to get killed (don't worry I'm not spoiling), and who else comes to kill him but... Arnold Schwarzenegger! And he's still indestructible as ever. Not to mention younger. And suspiciously CGI.
Wait a sec. If the Governator is making a movie, who the hell is running my state?
Aaaaaaaahhh, the confusion!
Granted, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that Watson could be as hot as Jude Law. Good job, Hollywood.
But bad job, Hollywood, for casting Christian Bale as John Connor. It's not enough that we have to listen to his computer modulated voice while he hides beneath the Caped Crusader's mask, now we have to listen to it over the radio, too, while we hide from T-800's in 2018. "If you are listening to this, you are the Resistance." And did anybody else think "Batpod!" when he tripped that Terminator on Wheels and stole its ride?
Kyle Reese, John Connor's future dad but in this timeline still just a kid, appears onscreen and I think to myself, "Chekov!" What the hell? Last time I saw this kid, he was thinner, and he was definitely on board the Starship Enterprise. But now he's grown some jowls and a definite American accent. And he also gets saved by his son, who by the way is Christian Bale and is probably ten years older than he is. I don't think he's even hit puberty yet.
Fast forward, we are in Skynet, John Connor's about to get killed (don't worry I'm not spoiling), and who else comes to kill him but... Arnold Schwarzenegger! And he's still indestructible as ever. Not to mention younger. And suspiciously CGI.
Wait a sec. If the Governator is making a movie, who the hell is running my state?
Aaaaaaaahhh, the confusion!