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smokeybrandreviews · 1 year

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I've watched three movies today. First time since probably the last time i went to the theater with my kid sister to see Black Panther II, that i could actually chill out and enjoy a film (or three) like this. The last five months have been a straight up clusterf*ck and I'm just glad there is a sense of normalcy to my life again. Seriously, between getting “evicted”, having to stress about moving, getting “fired”, and then starting this new job, i feel like this is the first time in a long time, I've had the opportunity to just breathe. To just relax. o be honest, I'm still a ways off from actually getting back to the theater in person for proper releases, mostly trying to save for a new car and furniture right now, but we’re getting there. Hopefully by the time The Marvels drops, I'll be good to go but we’ll see. In the meantime, here’s a bullet points of the films i watched today and how i flt about them.

Renfield

I liked this one. It was fun and a genuinely unique take on the Dracula myth. It plays as kind of a sequel to that old Bela Lugosi outing but it works. Like, it really works. Obviously, the star of this thing is Nic Cage’s take on the Prince of Wallachia but Holt’s Renfield was fun and i even enjoyed Awkwafina in small doses. It’s weird that she keeps getting pushed as the romantic interest to me, though. They did it in Shang-Chi and they did it in this. It’s like, there’s this romantic tension, a subtext of attraction, but they never really let that sh*t evolve. She’s just the plucky sidekick who very obviously has feelings for the protagonist but they never get together. I dunno if that’s by choice of the fact that she isn’t “classically attractive” or whatever. Personally, i think she’s gorgeous and i adore her voice so this sh*t is just bogus in my eyes but whatever. Overall, Renfield is a fun, campy, over-the-top gory, pseudo-capeflick that has a lot of heart and great fight scenes. That said, Ben Schwartz is criminally underused and the whole Lobos gang angle needed more time in order to really have weight. Still, if you have an hour and a half to kill, it’s a good watch.

The Super Mario Bros. Movie

This new Mario movie is boring. I know it's "for kids" but that's not really an excuse, is it? The Lion King is for kids. Shrek is for kids. The Iron Giant is for kids. Kids films can be good. They can be entertaining. This was not. It wasn’t even a bad movie. There are things to love about this flick. Seth Green as Donkey Kong. Jack Black was excellent casting as Bowser. All of the little callbacks and easter eggs. That climax. All of that sh*t was great. Everything else was f*cking mid and i am offended that they think kids are so unsophisticated that they would just accept this mediocre sh*t. But, apparently, they did because this motherf*cker is the first billion dollar movie of the goddamn year and it ain’t even close! Like, Ant-Man III is the next highest grossing film and the motherf*cker can’t even cracked half a bil. F*cking how? Like, where was this enthusiasm for, say, Puss in Boots II? THAT sh*t was f*cking fantastic! You people should have spent your money on that because all this is saying to Hollywood is that you want derivative adaptions of existing IPs. That’s it. I want to be clear here: The Super Mario Bros. movie is not bad but ain’t ain’t good, either. It’s nothing. It’s a nothingburger of a film and the public at large should be ashamed for making it as successful as it is. Unless i get a Metroid flick out of this. Then i will suffer this billion dollar foolishness, no problem.

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

This movie has no right to be as good as it is. Seriously, i had the best goddamn time with this thing. It is, unironically, one of the best fantasy outings i have ever seen in my life and is sitting at the top of my list of best film release this year. I was shocked by how dope this movie turned out to be. Seriously, there is just so much to like in this thing. From the adherence to the lore, the DnD easter eggs, detailed world-building, and accurate class attributes. I didn’t think this movie could cover so much ground and keep me interested but it did just that. The performances, from top to bottom, were fantastic. There was real chemistry among this actors and it made this film all the better for it. Look, I'm old as f*ck, right? i can say, with all certainty, that the DND film franchise was a joke until Honor dropped. Some of the worst movies i have ever seen were DND adaptions. Hell, even that old Eighties cartoon was dog sh*t. Not this movie, though. This thing was brilliant!

#Renfield #The Super Mario Bros. Movie #Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves #Smokey brand Movie Reviews #Kind of

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smokeybrand · 1 year

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Renfield

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I'm 1000% anti-rpf. Exactly for the reason you said, people blur the lines between the actor and character. Especially since all the ones I've seen, they treat them as one of their characters. Sure the actor may act like a character sometimes. But people fail to realize that we only see what they want us to see. We really don't know what kind of person they are behind closed doors.

Also, I can see some au topics being a loophole for rpf. But at least then I can understand treating them as that character. Because you're still acknowledging that this is the character's personality. I know what fic you're talking about. And I admit I scrolled right past it because my head immediately went to rpf and that's not for me.

Exactly!! Pedro Pascal is not a veteran, or a bounty hunter, or a super spy, or a greedy 80s businessman, or a superhero, or a 10th century spanish mercenary, or a rogue CIA agent, or an amputee space cowboy, or a DEA agent, or a vampire with an office role play fetish, or… actually I guess we don’t technically know if he’s a Nic Cage superfan or not but he’s certainly not a billionaire. The point is, there are marked differences between him and his characters, and sometimes that gets just… swept under the rug. There’s a lot of repetition in fics in this fandom, and I think that could be changed pretty drastically if we recognized that each character was VERY different from each other. And very different from the human being presented to us on social media or whatever.

And I want to emphasize, I am NOT dunking on this author at all. I don’t even remember what the fic was exactly or who it was by, to be honest. I’m not accusing them of anything and I’m certainly not going at them for their writing quality or style. It is simply the product of a slightly troubling trend I’ve seen in this fandom for a while, and it was a convenient example. So don’t go after them, or start shit with them, or whatever. They haven’t done anything wrong.

#tori answers questions #max answers questions #anonymous

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kalluun-patangaroa · 5 years

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An Audience With… Brett Anderson

UNCUT Magazine

December 2010

Interview: John Lewis

Brett Anderson has some fans in odd places. This month, Uncut’s email boxes are positively heaving with questions from adoring fans in Peru, Serbia, Japan, New Zealand, Belgium, South Africa, Slovenia and Russia. “I’m quite popular in odd places,” he says. “Suede had No 1s in Chile and Finland. We were massive in Denmark. If asked why Denmark, my stock answer was that, well, I’m a depressed sex maniac and so are most Scandinavians. We toured China long before most Western pop groups. I remember playing Beijing, to a crowd divided by armed soldiers facing the audience. That was pretty scary.” Anderson is currently back in the Far East, speaking to Uncut as he overlooks Kowloon Harbour, preparing for solo dates. Later in the year he’ll be in London for a big O2 show with Suede (sans original guitarist Bernard Butler, although the two remain good friends). “I wanted to check out what the stage was like at the O2 Arena,” he says. “So I went to see The Moody Blues with my father-in-law. Come on, you can’t argue with ‘Nights In White Satin’. What a tune!”

I presume you’re aware of the ‘reallybanderson’ Twitter account purporting to be by you. Amused or offended? Helen, Birmingham

Twitter is one of those strange things, like Facebook, that I don’t have anything to do with. But I have to grudgingly admit that the reallybanderson Twitter updates are rather funny [starts giggling]. And the guy doing it is obviously a bit of a Suede fan, because there are some very detailed references to b-sides and bla-di-blah. I can’t exactly complain about it without coming across as a real tit. It’s just fun and no-one really thinks it’s me, it’s a cartoon version of me reflected through some fairground mirror. I don’t think anyone reads it and thinks, ‘Oh, Brett Anderson has Jas Mann from Babylon Zoo doing his washing up, or Brett punched Damon in the street.’ It is, ha ha ha, quite witty. Having shown them the picture inside the Best Of Suede CD, my kids would like to know why you refused to feed me for five years? Also – can my mum have her top back? And are you around for a trip to the Imperial War Museum? Bernard Butler

Yes, what most fans don’t realise is that we kept Bernard in a cage for five years, and fed him edamame beans and tap water. Regarding his mum’s top – he should know that it’s long been ripped up and destroyed by the front row of the Southampton Joiners, or somesuch venue. Now, the Imperial War Museum – me and Bernard were talking about getting older the other day and he said: “Are you finding yourself increasingly interested in British military history?” And I have become oddly fascinated with watching WWI docs on YouTube. It’s not just the personal tragedies, but the sense of it being a shocking transition point between the Victorian world and modernity. The idea that they were going into war on horseback, and by the end of it they were in tanks. Blimey. So tell Bernard I will be going to the museum, soon… What’s your favourite Duffy song? Kris Smith, Wembley

I thought “Rockferry” was a very beautiful, stirring track. So that’s the only one I know well, but I’m really pleased for Bernard that that was a big success [Butler co-wrote and produced much of the album]. He’s an incredibly talented person and works incredibly hard, and he’s one of those people who is just obsessed with music. People like that deserve success. Did I ask him to join the Suede show at the O2? No. I told him about it, but he’s moved on so far from Suede that it would have been odd, and we’ve had a completely different lineup since he left. I don’t think he’d want to be jumping around a stage again! He’s much happier doing what he does now, I think he’s really found his calling. Do you still have your cat, Fluffington? Claire Vanderhoven, Holland

Unfortunately, he’s ascended to cat heaven. He had 15 long years of adoration. Am I getting another cat? Well, I recently got married, and my wife brought two Italian greyhounds with her. I don’t know if anyone is aware of them, but Italian greyhounds are like little cats. Ours are eight years old but look like miniature foxes, bonsai greyhounds. But incredibly fast, like little bullets. When they’re not running they spend their whole life under the duvet. Someone once told me they were bred by the Pharaohs as bedwarmers! Brett, do you have a copy of the single I recorded with Suede: “Art” b/w “Be My God”? If so, could I have one? Mike Joyce

Mike, I think I destroyed my copy years ago. I’m not one to keep memorabilia. They’re about 100 quid on eBay. Mike was an early member of Suede. We were advertising for a drummer and listed The Smiths as an influence. Then at an audition, their drummer pokes his head through the door and says, “Hello, lads!” Ha! It was a bit Jim’ll Fix It. I don’t think anyone thought it was going to last, Mike was far too big a name for us. But he just took us under his wing, guided us through the industry, and was so charming. I still keep in contact with him. What’s the weirdest story you’ve heard about yourself? Badabingbadaboom

Someone once told me that they’d heard a story about me wanting to shit in someone’s mouth. But I also heard the same story about David Byrne, so I think it’s one of those urban myths that gets transferred from one slightly kooky pop star to another. That’s probably the most unsavoury thing I’ve heard about myself. Maybe I should give it a go. Which actors would you like to play the lead members of Suede in a biopic? James Kumar, Manchester

This is the kind of thing we talk about on tour. Matt Osman is convinced I should be played by Peter Egan, who was in Ever Decreasing Circles. I think Nic Cage should play Matt. Arsène Wenger reminds me of Bernard. That’s what Bernard will look like when he’s 60. Billy Idol could play Simon Gilbert, couldn’t he? Would you ever consider working in musical theatre? Neil Tennant

It’s funny he should ask that, because only the other day, I was listening to the album Neil and Chris did with Liza Minnelli in the late ’80s. Results, I think it’s called, with “Losing My Mind”. That sounded great, so emotive, and real. I’m a big fan of the Pet Shop Boys, they’re one of those amazing bands that almost created their own genre. But anyway, musical theatre. Yeah, I think I would. Sondheim? Rodgers and Hart? Definitely. I’m always open to new ideas. Musical theatre sounds like it’s going to have camp undertones, but I’d love to do it in an interesting way. What’s the worst song you’ve ever written? Mark Catley, Christchurch, NZ

That’s a good question. I wrote lots of terrible songs that were never recorded in the early days. But there’s a song called “Duchess” – a B-side to something from the Head Music era [actually to 1997 single “Filmstar”] – which is pretty rubbish. I’ve often regretted the production on certain songs, like “Trash” and “Animal Nitrate”, even though they’ve been pretty good songs. But you can’t go messing around with things like that. You start to interfere with what people originally liked about it. I also think people like your mistakes, as they give your work humanity. I quite like that about Prince. He seems to throw stuff out – some of it genius, some unlistenable – but all quite honest. I respect that. Do you enjoy art? Excited about Gauguin at the Tate? Katarina Janoskova, London

Absolutely. I’m a big fan of Gauguin and the post-impressionists. My favourite visual artist, if I had to narrow it down to one, would be Manet, the pre-impressionist. Not Monet, who doesn’t do it for me. But Manet had this revolutionary technique of painting on black, which gives his pictures a real depth, there’s something very sumptuous about his paintings. And further back, the kind of medieval-style stuff like Holbein and Brueghel – they’re so well observed and so real. You look at these pictures of people who lived 500, 600 years ago, you can imagine them walking down Tottenham Court Road now, the same face, they’re so real. It’s a little window into the past. I’ve quite got into art recently. It’s all part of expanding yourself and your education, appreciation of beauty in life, innit? Now that you’re no longer coming to work in Bow, how are you coping without the salad pitta? Leo Abrahams, musician and producer

Ha ha! I’ve been working on an album with Leo, in his studio, and I have an unhealthy obsession with East London’s kebab shops. You don’t get many good kebab shops in west London. It reminds me of being a student. I’m surprised Leo’s got the time to email you questions! He’s far too busy producing Eno or Grace Jones or Florence & The Machine. He also does these bizarre things where he plays entirely improvised gigs, no rehearsals. And that inspired the latest solo LP I’ve done with him. It was based on improvs. Me, Leo, Seb Rochford on drums, and Leopold Ross on bass just jammed for days, cut up them up and improvised, and did overdubs. It’s a full-on rock record. I love Leo, he’s great. He never takes the easy option. He pushes you a bit, which can be terrifying. Can you give us not-so-slim-in-2010 Suede fans some health tips? Simon Quinton, Oxford

My wife is a naturopath – she’s conscious of what she eats, so we eat a lot of sushi and seeds. I’ve got into cycling recently, particularly living in London, through the parks and the backstreets. It makes you fall back in love with the city. I cycled to Bow the other day from my house in Notting Hill. So that’s staving off the fortysomething belly. I’m sure I’ll get it when I’m fiftysomething. I’m looking forward to that. What do you think of Gorillaz? Ruiz, São Paulo, Brazil

To be honest, I don’t know much about them. I like the drawings. I guess that’s a veiled question about my relationship with Damon? Well, we don’t have a relationship to talk about. We all have things that happened years ago, rivalries and so on, and people assume that they’re still on your radar and part of your life. It’s like some musical soap opera, often one that’s been fabricated, without much substance. I have different issues in my life now. Is the art of songwriting dead? If it isn’t, who is flying the torch? Paloma Faith

Oh, it’s not dead at all. I’m constantly inspired by new music. If you look on YouTube, there’s a clip of me singing Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful”. When you’re covering stuff it’s interesting to try things that are out of your genre, which gives it a frisson. So I always try songs that aren’t, you know, British indie, stuff like Blondie, or The Pretenders. That Christina Aguilera song is amazing. I try not to look at songs as the finished product, I look at it as the chords and the melody and the words, like sheet music to be interpreted. You’ve got to keep moving with your musical appreciation. I loved the last Horrors record, I liked The National, The Drums, These New Puritans, lots of stuff. I never listen to the records I grew up with. Why bother? It’s all in my head! Brett, you’re from Haywards Heath. What’s the deal with the swimming pool there? It’s deep in the middle, not at one end. What’s your take on that? And were you ever caught out by it? P Newman, Brighton

I don’t know what they’re referring to at all, but funnily enough my dad used to work there as a swimming pool attendant. And I don’t really know how he got the job because he couldn’t swim. It’s lucky there weren’t any accidents. Every Tuesday, we had to troop down to the local pool, and everybody would be pointing at my dad saying, “Oh look there’s your dad, he’s working as a pool attendant.” And I was hoping none of them would start drowning, ’cos my dad wouldn’t be much use. Still, this was the early ’80s, and I guess we all thought the world was going to end any second with a nuclear bomb. Ha ha.

#suede #brett anderson #press #interview #bernard butler #mike joyce #neil tennant #leo abrahams

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sleepysigh · 6 years

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An Interlude

In which my first ever, incredibly brief fanfic happens to be Deadpool x Colossus because no one loves that ship enough. Mature warnings apply, but everything is fairly vanilla. Spoilers for Deadpool 2.

It was a lot easier than anyone other than Wade might have expected. Wade, of course, was a button pusher extraordinaire with an uncanny ability to get a read on people's underlying motivations and, if he got it wrong, generally survive the fallout from his mistake. One of the upsides to being unkillable, not that he'd consider it a good thing in this stupid post-Vanessa world.

And yeah, she did say "Don't fuck Colossus," but she laughed when she said it, and he KNEW she was going to fuck Elvis, and he could hardly blame her, so fuck it.

Anyway. It was easy, but that makes it sound manipulative. If he didn't think ole Pete was almost as randy and lonely as he was (albeit 100% less heartbroken. "100%? I dunno Wade, you've done some upsetting shit." Okay, 98% less heartbroken.) it wouldn't have happened at all. Say what you want about Deadpool, but he doesn't sexually harass his friends. Much. Well, not too much. Mostly.

The point is Col put his big metal thumb in the hollow of Wade's collarbone and choked him half to death while proclaiming his devotion to their relationship, and while the short term answer to such an emotional moment is to scoot lazily away on a hoveround while spouting one-liners, in the long term it's... a lot. Too much to ignore. How do you ignore suddenly being half in love while sporting a raging asphyxia-induced hardon. Totally asphyxia. Not like knock-off tin man Arnold Schwarzeneggar is hot enough to make you forget to miss your dead girlfriend. Not even for a second. Maybe for half a second.

But that's still a long time. Every number is big next to zero. And fuck it, this is some two-bit fanfic no one will ever count as canon, right? Real Vanessa would probably never know. Is that fucked up to think? She's definitely defiling a hunka hunka burning love right now anyway. God, he hoped she wouldn't fuck Elvis with the strapon. That was their thing.

So, it was really easy to convince Col to fuck him, and he would have felt guilty if he hadn't heard aroused Russian swearwords as soon as he unrolled the pants of his suit. He almost said no kissing, but that would be unfair to Pete. If you're going to fuck someone, you might as well tonguedance, not like it makes a difference. But god what a weird thing that was. Not cool like he expected a metal tongue to be, all warm and thrumming with life as it swiped gently around his own comparably fleshy mouth.

His fingers were warm, too, even with the slick coating of lube. He must have heated it up a touch first, that sneaky considerate puppy dog of a giant. Wade found himself musing aloud about the threadcount of the sheets clenched in his fists as a single finger eased carefully into him, then panting out quips about the X-Mansion's choice of decor as that finger acquired a rhythm and begin to stroke deliberate and slow over his prostate. You can't admit you're being fucked phenomenally well when it's Colossus. That would involve the kind of genuine emotional expression that Wade's dad beat out of him long before Vanessa, and we sure have trouble ditching the lessons of our childhood at times when we feel our smallest. What the fuck kind of sex scene is this, anyway, jumping into dead girlfriends and trauma? God, lighten up for Pete's sake. Get it? Ha.

"You are 'fuck'...ing beautiful," comes in that gravelly accent Wade's learned to associate with the now most honest love in his life, and god that's patently unfair. That pause, is that a smile Wade can hear with his face buried in the pillows and his ass stretching around a curled metal finger? Who taught Colossus to use violating his naive goody-two shoes persona to turn Wade on? He gets an actual moan in retort and it just makes Pete chuckle that deep goddamn attractive Russian chuckle in answer, and that's even more. Wade's lips are moving before he thinks to move them, and the words escape: "You're a national treasure, Pete. Fuck me before Nic Cage comes to steal you away."

It's stupid, and cheesy, but it works. Another rumbling chuckle comes with Col pulling his hand away and wiping it lazily on a towel. There's the space of a breath, then two, then... Is he just admiring the view? "If you don't stick it in right now I am going to scream, and it's not gonna be pretty when you have to explain to ole Chucky Xavier why you were-" And then that enormous, sculpted, unforgiving metal dick is easing slow and gentle inside him and the threat dissipates with a guttural noise of all his breath being forced through the suddenly tightened passage of his windpipe.

The hand at the nape of his neck is almost enough to end everything. That heavy, hard pressure pinning him down, beyond what even enhanced strength could wrestle away. Being filled meticulously, carefully, completely while he could feel the flat of that massive palm pressing him firmly into the mattress... He whined, and not ironically. How he'd love to let out some ironic whimper now -- impersonate Betty Boop and lighten the oh-so-tender mood of this honest to god lovemaking moment, but Colossus had a way of being so sincere it crushed the words out of you. Wade was no exception to that. It was the best he could do to gasp out, "Oh fuck me, you're so good," when he felt the other oversized hand curling around his dick. It shouldn't feel good, probably, but it did, and being able to feel small, helpless, and entirely protected might, on another day, be enough to send Wade into tears at the relief of it all.

The stream of unbroken, hoarse-voiced Russian swearing coming from behind him managed to jerk him away from tears, for the time being. He clenched his ass on purpose and gloried in the sharp inhale and growly exhale of, "Wade... Gh. Wade," produced by his efforts. It didn't take long from them to peak, then kick slowly back into rhythm and peak again. The second time he felt the enormous weight that had for so long been suspended above his back fall down hard against him. Something in his ribcage cracked, and it hurt, but he was hardly going to let onto that, especially when it healed instantly. He could feel Col's metal chest contracting and expanding against his back in tempo with the surprisingly hot breath at his ear. Pete was whispering to him in Russian, and though he didn't know the words, the meaning was clear enough.

"Yeah, I love you too metal bear," Wade gasped into the pillows, "But if you don't get off me you're going to have your dick stuck in a Deadpool pancake." A grunt, and he was uncrushed again, and almost resented it. It would be worth asphyxiating under Colossus to hear those whispers a few more minutes. He sat up and started rolling his skintight pants back up. "So, you need a cigarette after that or just me?" he snarked.

Predictably, Colossus was allergic to humor. His response came, fond but deadpan, "The school is a no smoking property Wade. Do you remember when I read you the rules? Here. I will remind you." Great. Now he's getting out the book. Time to skedaddle. By the time he got to rule 33, Wade was long gone into the sunset, twirling a massive pair of stolen tidy-whities around his fingertip.

#deadpool #colossus #marvel #fic #first attempt

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agoddamnsupernova · 7 years

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OMG IS THERE A PART THREE TO THE MOUSE GIRL BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE

I wasn’t even planning another part, but I like this a lot, hope you do too!P1 P2

Nicole is sat in a small diner and her little sister, Danny, is settled across from her, happily munching on a large order of fries. “Can’t believe you paid to have your girlfriend’s mouse neutered,” the younger girl states, waving a limp fry in Nic’s direction.

“Goob is getting lonely, it was the only way he’d be able to have friends,” Nicole defends, leaning her head into her hand. “And Waverly is not my girlfriend.”

Danny snorts at this, actually flicking a bit of fry at her sister before she speaks. “You go on dates, buy each other flowers and sappy shit like that and I’m pretty sure you guys are fuckin’ regularly. What do you call that?”

Nicole’s mouth falls open for a moment before she rights herself, shaking her head a bit. “Shut up,” she says lamely, raking a hand through her cropped red hair.

“Make me, Haughty,” Danny snickers, knowing how much Nicole hated that nickname.

Nicole lets out a huff as she straightens up in her seat, a slight smirk settling on her lips. “How’s Laura?” she asks, watching Danny blush furiously.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny fumbles, leaning forward to take a gulp from her milk shake, wincing at the sudden headache. “Brain freeze...”

“Serves you right, brat,” Nicole snorts, pulling out her wallet to take care of the bill. “But seriously, how is that going? The whole Laura thing?”

Danny gets quiet at that, picking apart a fry as she stares at the table. “I mean, we’re friends and everything, but I’m kind of afraid that’s all she sees me as,” she mumbles, biting her lip a bit.

“There’s this new girl at school, she’s in my grade and Laura seems to be enamored with her and-” she stops, letting out a soft sigh. “-it’s so stupid.”

Nicole smiles softly, reaching a hand over to rest against the younger girl’s wrist. “Hey, the best advice I can give, is to sit her down and tell her how you feel.”

Danny’s brow furrows a bit as she looks up at her sister, clearly trying to figure out what to say next. “I’ll tell Laura, when you tell Waverly.”

“That’s low, Lawrence,” Nic murmurs, a slight frown on her lips as she pulls her hand away. “But...I suppose.”

“Score one for the half sibling!” Danny all but shouts, causing Nicole to lean across the table to slap a hand across her mouth.

“Idiot.”

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Nicole shuffles her feet a bit as she waits in the lobby, hands buried deep in her jacket pockets. She’s supposed to be meeting Waverly so they can go and see if they can find some friends for Goob, but the brunette was nowhere to be found.

“Where is she?” Nicole asks herself as she glances at her phone for the millionth time since she had showed up at a quarter til four.

She mentally decides that she’ll give Waverly another fifteen minutes to either let her know what’s going on, hoping that Danny never finds out she waited over and hour for a girl.

“Shit, Nic, I’m so sorry,” Waverly’s voice sounds across the lobby, only the girl is coming from outside and she’s got a bruise blooming across her cheek. “I had to deal with some shit at the bar.”

“Waves, what happened to your face?” Nicole asks, moving to cup the smaller girl’s cheek gently to inspect the mark.

“Well I was getting ready to leave and this guy grabbed my ass and I spoke before I could think and I don’t really remember what I said, but the guy slapped me pretty hard,” Waverly rambles out, waving a hand at Nicole in an attempt to dismiss the issue.

“Waverly, that’s not okay,” The ginger hums, her brow furrowing. “I’m gonna kill whoever did this, just point him out,” she growls, molten rage climbing up her spine.

“It’s fine, really, the owner took car of him,” Waverly says softly, reaching up to cover Nicole’s hand, keeping it on her cheek. “Can we just go look at cute mice?”

It takes all Nicole has to nod, to shove the anger down into the pit of her stomach and allow the girl to lead her out to her truck. She insists on driving, letting Waverly all but drape herself over the center console so they can hold hands.

They end up choosing two female’s from the same litter, having read online that they had a better chance of getting along once they got older. One is mostly white with a grey spot in the middle of her back, while her sister was nearly all black with only two thin bands of white across her neck and chest.

“You should name one,” Waverly says as they head back up to her apartment, anxious to keep all of the attention on their pets.

Nicole shrugs a bit, holding up the travel cage to look at the two mice curled up in the corner, sleeping. “Think we should name them Thelma and Louise,” she jokes, jumping a bit when the elevator comes to a stop.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared to tell Waverly how she felt, the anxiety of the situation only getting worse with the news of how Waverly’s shift had went.

“That’s actually pretty clever,” Waverly chuckles, fishing her keys out of her bag. “We should see how they act first though, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” Nic hums, watching Waverly as they step into the apartment. There’s a large tote sitting in the middle of the room, which would serve as neutral ground for the mice to meet. “Do you want me to stay tonight to help out?”

Waverly smiles at that, moving to peek at a grumpy Goob who had been confined to his smaller cage the day before so they could completely clean and rearrange the large enclosure.

“Kind of hoped you’d stay regardless,” Waverly says softly, reaching into the cage to pull Goob out. “I haven’t gotten to see you much this week and to be honest, I kinda missed you.”

“Waverly Earp, are you getting sappy with me?” Nicole teases, helping Waverly get everything set up before they place the mice in the tote, carefully watching their reactions.

“Maybe I am,” is all Waverly says before she’s crouching down to inspect their pets.

They’re both pretty shocked to find that after a few little scraps, the mice seemed to be getting along, Goob even going as far as allowing the white female to crawl all over him.

“Would you look at that,” Waverly chuckles, leaning away from the bin to stretch.

“Yeah,” Nicole breathes, watching the way Waverly’s shirt rides up along her toned stomach. “Waves, will you be my girlfriend?” she blurts out in an attempt to get the whole thing over with.

“I kinda thought we were already going out,” Waverly says with a grin, watching the way Nicole’s eyes linger on her body before they’re meeting her own. “I mean, we go out on dates all the time, among other things.”

Nicole blushes a bit, shrugging her shoulders. “We never made it official and when I saw that you were hurt today, I was so mad...and I just...I really wanted-” she trails off for a moment, hoping her next words won’t come off the wrong way. “-I just want you to be mine.”

Waverly is kneeling in front of her in an instant, fingers brushing against Nicole’s knee as she presses their foreheads together. “I’m yours.”

Send me things?

#nova writes #this is sickeningly cute #I just #wow #like wow #and that Danny cameo #I love the idea of the being siblings #UGH #wayhaught #waverly earp #nicole haught #wynonna earp #wynonna earp fanfic #sappy nicole is sappy #I love danny #so much #the mouse fic #Anonymous

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06/02/19

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smoked my first cig... well 2

honestly don’t know why I did that or even bought them. I think I wanted to prove something to myself idk. That I can’t be caged inside. idk.

it wasn’t even good. not like weed. this makes me feel sick to be honest. should have just got a juul

lol maybe in a parallel universe my parents would accept me for me

i like piercings, i like tattoos, i kinda like drinking, i like weed, clearly don’t like nic. but that being said this is who i am and I’m still trying to find myself and I feel like my parents are still trying to mold me. not directly anymore because of suicide attempt but they still are.

these things that they are controlling me over is fucking my head up.

I have no idea who to talk to, i have no one here or in ohio other than the dude. but I don’t wanna talk about dude to dude or anything else regarding this shit because he doesn’t get it either. he does but he minimizes it because in his life it’s nothing. I honestly just want more therapist time. more people to talk to.

like this writing shit is great therapy but it’s still in my head and my thoughts and my writing. need someone to listen and understand.

my checkpoints are in the trash now too because my parents literally just caged me in here. not actually caged in but indirectly. move from ohio, know no one here, so I all i have is them. that’s fucked. but I think that’s what they did.

just like the tracking thing they indirectly don’t give me freedom. i should have just stuck with my guts. shit never changes.

but my happy world honestly is them accepting me for who I am and let me be. i get they might think this dude’s fault but it’s not and I think that’s why they hate me being with him. in their eyes he fucked me up. but no one fucked me. my parents are the one stopping me from being me.

lol I mean indirectly I just smoked 2 cigs because of them, could have easily been weed. which is fucking better for you anyways. maybe i would have smoked either way I have no idea but I know for sure they indirectly caused me to try today. lol I have so much to tell my therapist. i just need this fucking session. any session. therapy or self therapy. my parents don’t see it that way though

they lied to me too. I’m not going to admit what i did until they do.

yesterday I gonna make a dream/vision/desire journal before all this shit blew up. the only people that might fuck up my chances of actually making that shit come true are my parents. it’s sad.

they won’t understand that either

I mean really in 2 years I’m going to move some where legal and do it anyways. and not just weed. I am talking about me, my entire being. i still feel like I’m trying to be “good kid” rather than just me. what are they going to do? they have to accept me for who I am. Why are they trying to change me?

i just still don’t get how they didn’t know the first time. Did they just not check where i was? or did they know and didn’t want to blow their cover.

also it’s fucking insulting that they thought i wouldn’t figure this out. i fucked him. not well. but I did. what are they gonna do? jack shit

so let me fucking be

lol it’s sunday morning everyones coming from church with their families and I’m here writing about my first cigs.

i think i might just throw them away. i just want to fucking live my life. when will they let me live my own life. i can’t keep living like they want. like right now this shit is compromise. me sneaking around and doing some shit not a lot, so not living my whole life, not having the peace of mind. i am not winning nor are they. i want to fucking win.

i smell like shit

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msteacherblog-blog · 7 years

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Non-Fiction for YA

Non-Fiction Informational Texts – Annotation

Universal YA theme is Teens who overcame their obstacles and the books about their struggle.

Andrews, A., & Lyon, J. (2015). Some assembly required: the not-so-secret life of a transgender teen. New York: Simon & Schuster BFYR.

Seventeen-year-old Arin Andrews shares all the hilarious, painful, and poignant details of undergoing gender reassignment as a high school student in this memoir. He had been born in the body of a girl and there seemed to be no relief in sight. In his captivatingly witty, honest voice, Arin reveals the challenges he faced as a girl, the humiliation and anger he felt after getting kicked out of his private school, and all the changes, both mental and physical, he experienced once his transition began. Arin also writes about the thrill of meeting and dating a young transgender woman named Katie Hill and the heartache that followed after they broke up. Some Assembly Required is a true coming-of-age story about knocking down obstacles and embracing family, friendship, and first love.

The Lexile measure of this book is 970L. This book could be used to teach the following LA themes - Writing - memoirs, autobiography, analyzing author's craft, analyzing character; reading - informational text about transgender lifestyle, transformational surgeries, transgender people in history; and creating book report, comparing the book and the show.

Yousafzai, M., & Lamb, C. (2016). I am Malala: the girl who stood up for education and was shot by the Taliban. London: Weidenfeld & Nicolson.

I Am Malala, Malala Yousafzai's fearless memoir, co-written with journalist Christina Lamb, begins on Malala's drive home from school on the day she was shot in the head. It is the remarkable tale of a family uprooted by global terrorism, of the fight for girls' education, of a father who, himself a school owner, championed and encouraged his daughter to write and attend school, and of brave parents who have a fierce love for their daughter in a society that prizes sons.

The Lexile measure of this book is 1000L. This book could be used to teach the following LA themes - Writing - memoirs, author's craft - co-authors; reading - informational texts about women's education around the world, life in Pakistan, global terrorism and education, education and civil rights; creating blogs about women's education, teen revolutionaries, Nobel prize winners.

Cronn-Mills, K. (2015). Transgender lives: complex stories, complex voice. Minneapolis: Twenty-First Century Books.

Transgender Lives helps you understand what it means to be trans in America while learning more about transgender history, the broad spectrum of transgender identities, and the transition process. You'll explore the challenges transgender Americans face, including discrimination, prejudice, bullying and violence, unequal access to medical care, and limited legal protections. Meet Katie, Hayden, Dean, Brooke, David, Julia, and Natasha. Each is transgender, and in this book, they share their personal stories. Through their narratives, you'll get to know and love each person for their humor, intelligence, perseverance, and passion.

The Lexile measure of this book is 1160L. This book could be used to teach the following LA themes - Writing - research and reporting, analyzing a subject matter and interviewing for a book; reading - books about transgender lives, people, their civil rights; Listening - interviewing people with disabilities, learning about their struggle and reporting.

Angelou, M. (1993). I know why the caged bird sings. New York: Bantam Books.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings is a 1969 autobiography about the early years of American writer and poet Maya Angelou. The first in a seven-volume series, it is a coming-of-age story that illustrates how strength of character and a love of literature can help overcome racism and trauma. The book begins when three-year-old Maya and her older brother are sent to Stamps, Arkansas, to live with their grandmother and ends when Maya becomes a mother at the age of 16. During Caged Bird, Maya transforms from a victim of racism with an inferiority complex into a self-possessed, dignified young woman capable of responding to prejudice.

The Lexile measure of this book is 1010L. This book could be used to teach the following LA themes - writing - autobiography, author's craft and style; reading - civil rights movement, civil war, black women in civil rights movement, poems by Maya Angelou.

Sheff, D. (2009). Beautiful boy: a fathers journey through his sons addiction. Boston: Mariner Books.

Beautiful Boy: A Father's Journey Through His Son's Addiction is a best-selling memoir by David Sheff that describes how his family dealt with his son Nic's methamphetamine addiction. The book grew out of the article "My Addicted Son", that Sheff had written for The New York Times Magazine in 2005.

There is no Lexile level established for this book. This book could be used to teach the following LA themes - writing memoirs, reading - book discussion, drug addiction, prevention, recovery and support system for addicts, research about drug use among teens.

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smokeybrandreviews · 1 year

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Just Over the Horizon

Ah, January. The month where films go to die. Or, at least, that’s what used to happen. The last few years, some straight up bangers dropped during the Cinematic Graveyard. This year is no different. Megan dropped and has been getting fantastic reviews. I planned for this to be the first movie of the year for me but, unfortunately, my city has been inundated with a bomb cyclone and basically washed out with thunderstorms for the past week. I’ll have to pass on Megan in theaters and check it out once it hits VOD in about a month. God bless this new normal with theater releases. Now, this isn’t a complete list. It’s literally the first month of the year and i am sure there are going to be a ton of other films that catch my eye as the next eleven creep forward. I mean, i haven’t even found my A24 entry for the year yet but it’s coming. Since The VVitch, that studio has had at least one film a year, that makes my “best of the Year” list. That said, there are a ton of films coming out this year which have piqued my interest and these are the few which are bubbling at the top.

Renfield

I love a solid vampire flick. I love a solid unhinged Nic Cage performance. Renfield is a combination of the two, This thing is obviously a Nicholas Hoult vehicle bu, let’s be honest, the draw here is Cage’s Dracula. I thoroughly expect a top tier, hammed hp, performance out of Mr. Coppola, which is more than enough to get my but in that seat.

Evil Dead Rise

I’ve been a fan of this franchise since the 2103 remake. No shade to the OG Raimi takes but his style isn’t really my flavor. Free from that type of film making, the Evil Dead franchise has become something very, very, special to me. I can’t wait to see what Lee Cronin has in store for us. And, if that red band trailer hints to what’s to come, i am going to very satisfied.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

I mean, it’s an MCU flick Of course I'm going to see this thing. I’m not expecting much, the Ant-Man franchise is just a fun diversion, but that Kang reveal was everything. I’m looking forward to see what Jonathan Majors can do with the role. After that absolutely unhinged take on He Who Remains, i my ticket was already punched for this one.

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

This one is on the list based on pure curiosity. I’m a G1 apologist so Bumblebee was everything to me. Never been a huge fan of Beast Wars but i understand it’s place in Transformers history. The trailer leads me to believe this film is kind of a Hodge-poge of the Bumblebee aesthetic and those god awful Bayformers designs and i don’t know how i feel about that, thus my anticipation.

The Flash

Bro, how could this not be on the list? It’s going to be a whole ass train wreck, regardless of how good or bad the film turns out. Like, Ezra Miller is a whole ass menace and he’s the “last man standing” from Gunn’s Machiavellian slaughter of the Snyderverse. This thing is going to make a ton of money based on that controversy, alone, mine counted among those rubber-necking dollars.

Knock at the Cabin

A surprise dark horse from Shamallammadingdong. This dude surprised the f*ck out of me with Split and then immediately disappointed with everything that came after. Knock at the Cabin is probably going to another let down but I'll see it strictly to see something that week, i guess. It’s wild to see Jordan Peele out Shyamalan-in, Shyamalan, himself.

Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey

Let the Public Domain massacre of Disney properties begin! Blood and Honey is either the first or second of these properties to get the spiteful horror treatment of a beloved Mouse House franchise and I'm going to see it strictly because i want to see that gory remake of Steamboat Willie in five years. This flick is probably going to be dogsh*t but i am, for sure, supporting all of it!

Cocaine Bear

Bro, it’s Snakes on a Plane but based on true events. There was a real life cocaine bear. Obviously I'm going to see this.

John Wick: Chapter Four

Listen, John Wick is everything. This world, these characters; It’s all so rich and i love all of it. John Wick, for me, is like the MCU franchise. I’ll ALWAYS show up for one of these films. Whenever The Continental releases, I'll watch every episode. That Ana de Armas spin-off? Yeah, I'm all over that. It’s wild to see how far this franchise has come, from that one, genre disrupting, entry all those years ago.

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3

The swan song of James Gunn and the MCU was always going to be on this list. That first Guardians will always hold a special place in my heart. It was the first film to ever make me cry as an adult. That opening scene is, to this day, absolutely debilitating to me. Also, the overall movie is excellent, easily top ten in the entire franchise. How can i not be there for vol. 3?

Oppenheimer

I’ve been a huge fan of Nolan since Batman Begins. Yeah, it took him taking on the Bat to get me to dive into his catalog but I'm glad i did. Dude is a genius and it’s rare i don’t enjoy his films. I even really like Tenet and, according to everyone in the world, it’s terrible. It’s not. The Sh*t was sabotaged by the studio. Oppenheimer looks to have the full backing of Universal, though. We’ve seen what Nolan can do with the resources and i cant wait to see what he does with this very much brilliant, very much haunted, genius’ life story.

Dune: Part 2

I made the mistake of passing on this in theaters when part One released. There was plague. There’s still a plague but i got, like, forty-seven shots so I'm comfortable braving the wild for this one. In terms of visuals, Deni Villaneuve is a god and i cannot wait to see what he does with the explosive climax to his Dune film. and i say film because this thing is, very obviously, a single, six hour film.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

It’s Spider-Man.

I just want to reiterate, this is an incomplete list. A the year goes on, i am more than certain a bunch of disruptors and dark horses will float to the top. Last year, Pearl came out of nowhere and impressed enough to make my “Best of” list so this is more a jumping off point than a complete register. All in all, this year might end up being one of the very best, ever. Maybe. We’ll see.

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smokeybrand · 1 year

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Just Over the Horizon

Renfield

Evil Dead Rise

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

The Flash

Knock at the Cabin

Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey

Cocaine Bear

Bro, it’s Snakes on a Plane but based on true events. There was a real life cocaine bear. Obviously I'm going to see this.

John Wick: Chapter Four

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3

Oppenheimer

Dune: Part 2

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

It’s Spider-Man.

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ragincagein4life · 7 years

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USS Indianapolis

I haven’t posted a Ragin’ Cagein’ review in months; a grave offense on par with Nicy Poo’s hair (wig? spray paint?) in our next film: USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage. You probably haven’t heard of this movie because Cagey Kins churns out blockbusters (we’ll use that term very loosely) like he needs to pay back the IRS after bankruptcy…oh wait. Before pressing play, I decided to do a little research on the old Goog to see what pops up. It currently has 5.1/10 stars on IMDB, which is actually pretty good for our resident screamer. But then I saw the review on Rotten Tomatoes…9%...me thinks we found a winner. If you haven’t had the pleasure of watching this tasty treat, here is the trailer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExSDMWJhm_Q

Before diving in (pun intended…too soon?) here’s a little background on the event this movie attempts to recreate on screen, courtesy of Wikipedia:

Her sinking led to the greatest single loss of life at sea in the history of the U.S. Navy. On 30 July 1945, after a high-speed trip to deliver parts for Little Boy, the first atomic bomb used in combat, to the United States air base at Tinian, the ship was torpedoed by the Imperial Japanese Navy submarine I-58 while on her way to the Philippines, sinking in 12 minutes. Of 1,196 crewmen aboard, approximately 300 went down with the ship. The remaining 900 faced exposure, dehydration, saltwater poisoning, and shark attacks while floating with few lifeboats and almost no food or water. The Navy learned of the sinking when survivors were spotted four days later by the crew of a PV-1 Ventura on routine patrol. Only 317 survived.

U.S.S Indianapolis

Needless to say, this was and still is an incredibly tragic moment in U.S. history that should be treated with respect. So why was Nic Cage chosen to star in this film? Great question. And why I am choosing to review this movie in my snarky voice? Because it’s my duty as an American! (No it’s not).

I’ll be honest, I’m already pretty excited to watch this movie because it’s been several months since my last Cage experience and the opening credits is like a desert oasis when I saw this…

A FILM BY

MARIO VAN PEEBLES

Jesus take the wheel. Or should I say helm? Anyway, on with the show!

“There will always be war until we kill our own species.”

With writing like that, I’m shocked this wasn’t a shoe in for an Oscar Meyer hotdog. Alas, the graphics are horrendous! It looks like a computer game played on Windows 95. Already this plot is tough to follow, one minute NC is writing a letter to his wife (I assume), the next we’re following two young seaman on their romantic interludes (unfortunately isn’t not with each other). Then we switch to a Japanese submarine where of course all the lighting is red (EVIL!) and they’re sacrificing themselves when it doesn’t even seem necessary. New characters are introduced in practically every scene with “subtle” foreshadowing about sharks, specifically, their rows of sharp teeth and that humans are at the bottom of the food chain when swimming in the ocean.

Wait, is that Tom Sizemore? He’s actually looking pretty good (thank you Dr. Drew and Celebrity Rehab) and I’m glad to see he’s still making war movies...even if they star a melted candle in a wig (seriously though, what is going on with Nic Cage’s face?? His complexion looks gray).

One of the more flattering shots I could find.

And the glorious writing just keeps coming. “This isn’t a minstrel show..this is the UNITED STATES NAVY.” Another cutting line from a naval officer. Seaman are notorious for dicking around at minstrel shows.

Quick side note. I Googled “minstrel shows” and this was the first image that came up:

Apparently this form of entertainment originated in the 19th century and was performed by white people in black face. Later on, especially after the Civil War, these shows were performed by actual black people. Did Steve Bannon write this movie? Maybe NC Skat Cat’s gray bloat-face pays homage to the human trash pile who also served in the Navy:

Fun fact, you’ll find the picture on the left in the dictionary under “Melanoma”

Well, the Japanese torpedoes finally hit and the U.S.S Indianapolis melts into lackadaisical chaos. You might be thinking, “But Katie, doesn’t that phrase contradict itself?” You are correct, however, the actors in this movie make it an art form on par with Method Acting. It’s a delightful combination of screaming yet jogging, shrieking orders while lazily jumping off the ship. Is it time for the sharks to arrive?

Well, the ship is gone, the men are drifting in the water and I wish the sharks would hurry up so I don’t have to listen to this horrendous dialogue. I’ll be honest, I was zoning out until random people were pulled under. Oh, and Tom Sizemore’s character is begging for morphine...how appropriate. The best part of the water scenes is NC rowing his raft with a comically small ore as seen at the beginning of this delightfully dubbed clip:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MoXLSU_s84

This movie is abysmal. Each scene lasts a couple of minutes that either depict ridiculous shark attack scenes or late night confessionals by the survivors about their love lives or the afterlife.

“Do you think it’s luck who lives and who dies? “It was his time.”

Oh. Was it?

But in all seriousness, this event is considered the worst Naval disaster in our nation’s history where hundreds of men lost their lives in terrifying ways. They were stranded for four days in shark infested waters while their distress calls went unanswered. So, yeah...kind of a big deal and not surprisingly, this movie and the characters don’t do it justice...at all. I think the most fitting line of movie was spoken one of the rescuing soldier:

“This is a class A clusterfuck.”

Indeed. I need a pallet cleanser (or an enema for my eyes).

So the men are rescued and there’s still about 30 minutes left in the movie and what comes next feels like it should be a different film altogether. There’s a lot going on:

-One character, nicknamed ‘Bama’ (gross), marries his best friend’s pregnant girlfriend after he dies at sea.

-Some of the surviving soldiers get together to throw a party the night before the trial. “What trial?” you might ask...

-Nic-y kins is on trial for not “zig zagging as an evasive maneuver” and “failing to abandon ship in a timely manner” (wait what?) aka you weren’t prepared for a possible attack by the Japanese and didn’t react appropriately. Basically, the military fucked up big time and are trying to throw him under the bus. As you can see, our military likes to repeat history.

-OH SHIT! During the trial the United States Military calls the Captain from the Japanese submarine that attacked the USS Indianapolis. Slap in the face to Wig Master Cage. But I think he lied on the stand to help Cage...blooming friendship on the horizon?

-NOT GULTY...on one count but they found Cage guilty for not zig zagging. What is going on in this movie.

-Okay I’ll admit, there’s a scene between NC and the Japanese Captain about forgiveness that I actually kind of liked.

-I take that back because the movie ends with NC shooting himself in the head. WHY?!

-The most powerful part of this movie is the ending credits. Two veterans describe the experience of the shark attacks followed by actual footage of the rescue. So basically the parts that Mario van Peebles had nothing to do with.

I think it’s pretty clear how I feel about this movie. Two hours of actors bumbling on screen, desperately trying to recreate and pay homage to a tragic moment and failing miserably. I don’t recommend this movie to anyone, even if you’re under the influence of anything...weed, alcohol, paint thinner, etc. That said, I give this movie 1/5 Ragin’ Cageins.

But not everyone feels the same way. The following 9/10 star review is from scottwolf-26710 on IMBD:

I am wondering whether the people who posted bad reviews saw the same movie as I did, It was historically good , acting fair, story excellent CGI a little cheesy. But overall very entertaining. I studied this incident and knew an old sailor, who helped off load the bomb on Tinian. Maybe the movie didn't have enough sex and foul language for the people who gave it bad reviews.

You might be on to something old Scotty boy. I would have enjoyed “U.S.S Indianapolis” so much more if there was a budding love story throughout. Perhaps something like this:

After abandoning his ship, NC is brought to a raft by a shark who, unlike his brothers and sisters, doesn’t see humans as food. Rather, he feels a strong connection towards them...maybe even love?

NC is confused himself. He should hate the sharks, after all, they’re killing his men! But there’s something about that first shark, the one he believes saved him that night. Or was it just a dream? His mind tells him to remember his wife! But his heart keeps remembering those beautiful, black shark eyes.

Over the next four days, NC and the shark steal wanting glances and NC even hits the shark with his tiny ore to cover up his true feelings. NC knows they can never be and the shark understands that if he truly loves this melting wax figure, he should let him go back to his wife.

During one particularly lonely night, NC spots his savior in the water just below the raft. The shark swims quietly to the surface- he knows he shouldn’t be here but the connection is too strong. As the shark breaks the surface, NC simply says “It’s you.” With that, the two begin a passionate affair lasting until daybreak.

On the day of the rescue, the sea was extra salty with the lovers’ tears. As NC sails away, he looks back one last time and says a silent goodbye to the creature who saved his life but stole his heart. Just before the screen fades to black, he whispers, “In another life.”

El Fin

Potential movie poster?

With that dear readers, I end my review of this ghastly film. Stay tuned for the next post and if you have any requests, please submit in the comments.

Peace, love and wigs xo

#wig #sharkattack #wigattack #why #canIgetmytwohoursback?#USSIndianapolis #howdareyou

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