And I Thought For A Moment He Was Human.
In a rare example of YouTube comments actually being worth reading, I just came across one by a 'p0ssumman' regarding Derren's failure at the roulette prediction:
Derren got exactly the outcome he wanted tonight, watch the advert for the events, and watch it backwards...Anyone else see a metaphor at the very end with the lorry with 'red or black' written on it that's about to hit him?
Here is the backwards trailer in question, and oh.
Oh.
Derren Brown, you brilliant bastard. Not only did you plan your own failure, but you left clues. We really are just your playthings, aren't we? I'm amazed you have time to film anything between all the cackling.
(He also describes the Events as 'four events of misdirection', which is interesting.)
In conclusion, Derren Brown really is the Master, and woe betide us all when he claims Downing Street. I want to write so much fanfiction about his being evil and smirking knowingly and pulling off enormous Xanatos Gambits (warning: link leads to TV Tropes) without a hitch. (Please never acquire a Death Note, Derren Brown.)
But not as much as I want to hide in a concrete bunker where he cannot get to me with his intricate plotting and his mind control. I am feeling increasingly uncomfortable about the fact that I even live in the same country as him.
Let's think about something nice now. How about Jo of Supernatural and Winry of Fullmetal Alchemist hanging out? The strong-willed girls who keep getting left behind team up to complain about their respective constantly-scarpering brotherly duos and hit monsters with wrenches. It would be lovely.
UNTIL THEY DISCOVERED THAT IN KILLING THOSE VAMPIRES THEY WERE JUST PLAYING INTO DERREN BROWN'S HANDS GET OUT OF MY HAPPY SCENARIOS, DERREN BROWN. (If Derren Brown were a homunculus, he would be Pride, and he would be terrifying. Not that he is not terrifying now, of course.)
Derren got exactly the outcome he wanted tonight, watch the advert for the events, and watch it backwards...Anyone else see a metaphor at the very end with the lorry with 'red or black' written on it that's about to hit him?
Here is the backwards trailer in question, and oh.
Oh.
Derren Brown, you brilliant bastard. Not only did you plan your own failure, but you left clues. We really are just your playthings, aren't we? I'm amazed you have time to film anything between all the cackling.
(He also describes the Events as 'four events of misdirection', which is interesting.)
In conclusion, Derren Brown really is the Master, and woe betide us all when he claims Downing Street. I want to write so much fanfiction about his being evil and smirking knowingly and pulling off enormous Xanatos Gambits (warning: link leads to TV Tropes) without a hitch. (Please never acquire a Death Note, Derren Brown.)
But not as much as I want to hide in a concrete bunker where he cannot get to me with his intricate plotting and his mind control. I am feeling increasingly uncomfortable about the fact that I even live in the same country as him.
Let's think about something nice now. How about Jo of Supernatural and Winry of Fullmetal Alchemist hanging out? The strong-willed girls who keep getting left behind team up to complain about their respective constantly-scarpering brotherly duos and hit monsters with wrenches. It would be lovely.
UNTIL THEY DISCOVERED THAT IN KILLING THOSE VAMPIRES THEY WERE JUST PLAYING INTO DERREN BROWN'S HANDS GET OUT OF MY HAPPY SCENARIOS, DERREN BROWN. (If Derren Brown were a homunculus, he would be Pride, and he would be terrifying. Not that he is not terrifying now, of course.)