#like in what metal capacity do hear their story and think they are god material

[darlin-collins]

*a mentally unstable overpowered person who just killed their husband and just want to sleep and never talk to people*

people of Manas: yup, that's the one, we're gonna make em our god

[justformyself2]

Notting Hill.

A/N: Wow, who also need a good story to be pumped for the apocalypse? raise your hand please!

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Well, now that i said what i said, let me finish by telling you, this is an important story for me. The past months have been extremely rough and i struggled like never before to fight for something i love to do not be consumed by dark thoughts, regardless of the past, i’m proud to be posting this right now, no matter how long it took for me and how minimal it may seem, goddamn i feel happy to create and write, and for you guys, in whatever you need to do, dream of doing, don’t let dark thoughts guide you into staying stuck, shine, do what you love, we all have the capacity.

This is my participation on my friend’s @lullabieswrappedinlies​​ rom-com writing challenge (go check her out, she is so damn creative and amazing)

This story is based on the movie Notting Hill and will be added on my masterlist. or tell me you want to be tagged if you want to keep up.

BEFORE YOU JUMP IN BE ADVISED

. Pairing: Reader x John Krasinski.

. It contains strong language.

. Click here for soundtrack of movie if you are in your feelings today

                                                   JOHN’S POV

“John, we will be ready in five.”

“Ok.”

I press the phone once again against my ear, listening to her heavy sigh. It is easy to mold her face into my brain with dexterity. The bushy eyebrows, casting a shadow under piercing blue eyes, seeking to grab my soul, she succeeding to combine it all with a condescending smile on her lips. Condescension which I have to kiss it off.

“Well, if you want to go, then go.”

Deep down, she was still trying, and I can’t take that for granted.

“I don’t want to go. I need to go, an enormous difference. It’s work.”

I aim to be the diplomatic debater, the mediator, and the opponent. She is better than me at being the third party, perfecting the act of passive-aggressiveness in chosen phrases, fuming through her nose on the other side of the line. An act I wish to interpret as a genuine breathed laugh with no second intentions; my five minutes seemed to multiply.

“Call you later?”

I say.

“Yes.”

She answers

“Love you.”

She hanged up.

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                                                      Y/N POV

“This book is so weird and sexist, holy shit.”

You put the phone down, and Nova throws another eighties romance book into the cardboard box with its copies.

“Language.” You sing at her in a scolding tone. 

“Sorry.” She sings back. “But you know I’m right. They are always pairing a young girl with some fifty years old, control freak who prey on them with their big, strong, tan hands.”

You giggle, and she looks satisfied.

Regardless of the narrative that anyone could quickly review, it was ‘in’ right now, as Agnes said, and what her bookclub wanted. “Un plaisir coupable.” she completed; the thin red lines that were her lips stretched in a laugh, causing her blue contacts to squint. 

Soon enough, the scavenging for the material began, and you found the yellow pages, delivered with weird smells, phone numbers, and addresses written on the inside of the covers, but still readable.

“They paid and are coming to pick them up tomorrow. It’s the only thing I care about right now. Also, don’t let her catch you saying that you hear me? I will help finish this then we can close before your mom shows up and kill me when she finds out you are here.”

You move from behind the counter, seeing the digital hour hit past ten pm on the laptop.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, she already knows.”

The unconcerned Nova grabs a box, and you grab another following her quick steps, twisting to the right almost at the end of the hall, entering a room that was once a decent private office before it became nonfunctional. 

The reserved bookshelf for Agnes club waited empty, a last-minute metal book rack next to the bay window. To create an illusion of a comfortable place for a book club, orange curvy chairs, which Alexis begged to be thrown out, along with the red Arabic carpet left behind with the chairs by the old owner. Every time you enter the space taking a deep, immediate, frustrated breath, Alexis wins a point.

You place the box down, looking at your niece.

“Kyle?”

You ask, and Nova hums softly, doing the stocking job.

 Kyle, more than a name it was first a banned topic usually discussed between a limited couple of sentences. His name was a warning, along with his unrequested presence at random, unannounced times. It became harder since Nova wasn’t at a manageable age anymore. It was tough at fifteen, and as the time passes by, sweetness gains the bitterness, and innocence, gone.

“Well, you know you will always have a second bed, Donkey misses you.”

You gain a laugh while she finishes her box.

“Oh God, can’t believe you still keep him there.”

You shrug impulsively, paying attention to your own hands, arranging the books and their horizontal titles on a pile.

“It was your favorite toy, why would I throw it away?”

“You know why.”

 A pause and a deep breath came from her, triggering the thought, long forgotten about, that people still expected you to be mourning over material remains.

“It’s okay to throw away with the rest of the others, it’s been a long time.”

Her auburn hair was now being tied in a bun. Your fifteen-year-old niece, holding a peaceful outside appearance, didn’t mind sounding more mature than you wanted to admit.

 “Good... then we can donate, not throw it away.”

“Even better.”

She agrees quickly, stomping on the empty cardboard box.

Nova turns out the lights as you awaited for her, leaning against the glass door on the entrance, blowing hot humid air into your cold fingers and watching over nothing other than a middle-aged man with a red beanie walking a Greyhound on the other side of the empty street. 

Notting Hill wasn’t known for its nightlife. It was almost a deserted city by eight and in the light of day, Portobelo Rode fruit market brings it to life. On weekdays, stalls and its hay baskets, packed with succulent fruits and greens, filled the streets along with shouted invites, half prices and sweet-soured smells invading each corner; on weekends the baskets shape-shifted to antiques of all kinds, genuine or handmaid, the crowd and the stalls multiplied in the small village. 

In-between buyers and sellers of what you could harvest or find in your gramma’s basement there was your store, a bookstore, one corner away from your home, squeezed in the middle of Linda’s cafe and a self-employed yoga instructor that recently rented Mr. Walsh’s house, a retired Navy who moved to Greenwich with his daughter-in-law three weeks ago; his red door house now held a big white plaque with ‘Sivananda Yoga’ written in cursive gold letters, phone number and social media included under the picture of a woman in the lotus posture.

“A yoga studio, nice!” Says Nova, coming closer to the four steps leading up to the red door.

You close the store and covers her shoulders with your arm when the icy wind started building up.

“We could try it someday, your mom-.”

“Hates trying new things.” She completed. “Don’t even bother.”

 “That is where you are the wrong baby. It may seem like this now, but I wish you could have seen your mom in her prior days. Wow... She was glorious.”

The feeling of wandering eyes aiming at your face became stronger as you carried her along the street under your embrace.

“Before my dad, I guess.”

A tiny part of your soul lighten up, recognizing itself in your niece’s words, but there was no place to fuel her fiery tone.                                                                                           

“To be honest, I don’t know, but people change Nova, everyone eventually, even the ones we thought we had figured out, including ourselves.”

“Whatever, I don’t want him back in the house again if she puts him back, I’m moving with you.”

The decisiveness in her voice sent bad vibrations along your back. 

Unusual memory mechanism. Alexis visited your mind, vivid as if you could see her across the street you were crossing, she waiting and shivering at your front door because you forgot the spare key in the store again. 

After the scolding she would show a rose-colored box from Fincher’s cafe under her arm, comporting the most amazing banoffee pie, your favorite pie from your favorite place. 

Fincher’s cafe, that was once located two blocks away from where you two lived was closed when the old owner went bankrupt and reopened in Queensway street, she would drive there every weekend to bring that rose-colored box under her arm and wait for you on the couch, once the spare key was in the fake birdhouse, with the TV turned on and the plates placed on the center table next to the wine.

“See, I don’t think that will happen.”

“How could you know? Didn’t you just said people change?”

“And love changes people, your mother has more for you than you could ever imagine and without measuring efforts. She wouldn’t make any decision that would hurt you, trust me.”

Nova quickly disengage from the conversation, staying on mute abruptly, leaving a temporary gap for thoughts of doubt to occupy. Your heart is worried, but a grown-up, worried heart shouldn’t be shown while trying to pass a sense of security. That included waiting for Nova to fall sleep before calling Alexis.

You climb the four steps and opens the blue door, face to face with smiling Rudolph from last Christmas, hanging by a thread along with Santa, waiting to be taken down as the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“I ate at home so if you don’t mind I will go to bed now.”

Unreeling the red knitted scarf, the tenth big piece Alexis attempted to make at her knitting fase, Nova doesn’t look behind once. You watch her back as she went upstairs to the guest room, her special fort at five, and now her hideaway at fifteen, with fewer toys and Donkey, an old stuffed toy still sitting in the shelf waiting for no one in a room cleaned every week.

You dismiss the purple scarf from around your shoulders, the third big piece on your sister’s collection, not as good as the tenth, but it warmed you inside to observe her trying to hide a proud smile in seeing what she made wrapped around Nova and you.

A stupidly cold breeze hits the back of your neck before you turned around to close the door, the phone rings along with squealing tires of a black car on the other side of the street.

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[atamascolily]

lily liveblogs the “terminator: dark fate” trailers

Teaser trailer:

Ohhhhh, we open with soft piano on a speeding highway, just like Judgement Day, it’s been two seconds, and this trailer GETS me

V/O of the new protagonist, explaining about how her life is now a nightmare - I'm so sorry kiddo, it’s probably only going to get worse.

angelic choir singing with soft piano, so ethereal...

.. and a truck plows through a wall. Good times.

a man is now crooning in a throaty voice, and it's minor key, and it's so deliciously subdued and creepy juxtaposed with all the mayhem on screen omg omg omg

New Terminator is driving the truck with some sort of plow device through the highway, cars are flying everywhere, MacKenzie Davis flips into the back of a pickup truck at full speed, and it's amazing

she tosses a piece of rebar through the windshield of the semitruck as the singer croons, "I am not stopping," and she hits him, but then he uses the bar to congeal and pull himself forward until he's standing on top of the engine OH MY GOD he has multiple bodies holy fuck asfghkdkdgk he's simultaneously driving the truck AND fighting her HOLY HELL THAT's CREEPY AS *FUCK*

This scene will probably be loud and epic in the actual film, but it's so eerie and quiet here...

New!Terminator throws the rebar back at Grace, and it slices her arm, and you can see she's literally metal as fuck because she doesn't bleed, and the wound gleams...

cut to her grabbing Dani and jumping from the pickup cab just as it gets smashed to pieces by an oncoming car

God, Gabriel Luna has that dull-eyed stare down. They're on the highway, his hand shifts to a sword-blade, singer croons "I am a hunter.... I'm going hunting..." as he runs towards them...

OH AND THE OTHER PART OF HIM, THE PART THAT LOOKS LIKE A NAKED C-3P0 IS *ALSO* stalking them AHHHHHHH

An SUV pulls up. Dramatic boot cut and we see it's Sarah Connor. With sunglasses (signifying dubious morality and capacity for extreme violence) in a bulletproof vest and a GIANT FRICKING GUN oh my god.

She shoots the human-looking Terminator, who runs towards her... only to switch to a FREAKING BAZOOKA, I CAN'T EVEN.

(this is everything I've ever wanted and I don't care if the rest of this movie is awful, I will never be OVER this)

She hits the metal!Terminator dead-on and he explodes. Grace's astonishment as she turns to see their rescuer is amazing as the smoke clears to reveal Sarah, aiming the bazooka at them....

Cut to a dodgy motel room, where Grace and Dani are trying to figure out who this woman is. Sarah just tilts her head sidewise and we immediately cut to black and AHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S SO PERFECT

angelic choir intensifies

aerial shots of the desert. Sarah has a voice-over. You can hear the disdain in her voice when she says to Grace, "Never seen one like you before. Almost a human."

Shots of medics (?) tying grace down and poking at her wounds as Grace breaks free. Cut to a naked Grace attacking police officers. "I am human!" Grace protests in voice-over

"I am a hunter.... I'm going hunting." OH SO CREEPY AND PERFECT LYRICS. Helicopters over desert scrublands (ok, probably chapparral, don't get me started).

Grace asks Sarah "Why do you care what happens to her?"

"Because I WAS her." WHAM. OH MY GOD YES YES YES IT'S PERFECT.

They walk through the woods to a cabin, open the door, and... it's old!Arnold! Can I just say how grateful I am to see him as older, instead of all this creepy de-aginging CGI?? Honestly, I like him much better here than I ever did in the first two films - but it looks like he might also be way more human now, too.

Dramatic chase scenes. Terminator with slashing blades in a crowd. PLANES THERE ARE PLANES THE CLIMAX FEATURES GIANT JUMBO JET PLANES THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

now the planes are RAMMING EACH OTHER, TERMINATOR IS JUMPING FROM PLANE TO PLANE, GRACE AND DANI ARE CLINGING FOR THEIR LIVES WHO THE *FUCK* IS FLYING THIS THING (is it the T-800? is it Sarah? some poor random dude? I DEMAND ANSWERS)

Dani and Grace and Sarah are sitting in darkness. Dani asked "How do we win?" Sarah looks over at Grace. Grace says, "By keeping you alive."

Cut to Grace battling with the Terminator with a metal axe HOLY FUCK.

Watching his face shift from metallic to Diego Luna's dead-eyed stare is so FUCKING CREEPY y'all THEY NAILED THIS.

Black. Film title. Singer croons, "I'm going hunting..."

11/10, this is everything I could have hoped for, like a professionally done fanvid, I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. PERFECT MUSIC AND FILM CHOICES, I will be humming this song for the rest of my LIFE

____

Okay, so that was great. Let’s go to the official trailer.

Sarah Connor points a gun at Grace in the crappy motel. "Talk. Talk fast." Grace disarms her and pins her against the wall. "You first," Grace whispers. No sign of Dani.

First bars of Terminator theme. Sarah surrounded by flames. Sarah's voice over: a recap of the events of Judgment Day, as we see human skulls on a beach as metallic new Terminators emerge from the ocean and began firing. "Enough of a resume for you?" Sarah challenges.

"No," Grace says. "You may have changed the future--but you didn't change our fate."

OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS. Poor Sarah. Poor everyone. But yeah, "there is no fate but what we make for ourselves," has ALWAYS been a rallying cry, not a statement of objective fact. GLAD TO SEE THIS FILM WILL EXPLORE THIS.

The new hunter-killer terminators attack in the future--they can split into multiple bodies controlled by one intelligence, this is so frikkin' creepy and lethal, I can't even--

Electric ball of a Terminator descending in what looks the courtyard of an older Mexican apartment complex. Naked Gabriel Luna! Still with that dead-eyed, inhuman stare. He's muscular, but not defined like the original T-800 or even Kyle Reese... like he's liquid. SO WELL DONE.

Grace is defending Dani on the highway with her body and a piece of rebar. "I know you're scared, but I am here to protect you." YAY UPDATE AND TRYING TO BE GENTLE ABOUT THE WHOLE BUSINESS, YESSSSS.

Sarah's and Grace's exchange from the first teaser about Grace's humanity. Grace adds... "just enhanced," as a clarifier. The "Why do you care what happens to her / Because I was her" exchange.  I LOVE IT.

We see them meeting the T-800, and this time Sarah tries to shoot him in the face. Grace shouts "Sarah!" and stops her. Ooooookay. So Sarah and old!Terminator are NOT friends, good to know...

Sarah shoots the porch roof. T-800 deadpans, "I can see you're very upset." OMG THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD.

Grace steps on a button. All sorts of holographic things pop up around the house. Mines? Traps? No idea.

T-800 continues, "I am going to help you protect the girl." Cut to all four at a backyard shooting range with Dani shooting a rifle. FUCK YEAH I LOVE IT.

"Nobody else is going to die because of me!" Dani screams. Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, but that's probably not true.

Sarah and Dani are in a helicopter. The Terminator leaps for them, as Sarah shoots him. I think Sarah is also flying the helicopter? No wonder the new Terminator gets a plane to go after them.

"If you don't make it, everybody dies!" Grace shouts back to Dani as everything goes up in flames.

Cut to: Gabriel Luna in a Border Patrol uniform at a security checkpoint. The guard banters with the Terminator as he surrenders his gun. "My whole body is a weapon," the Terminator says with a very human swagger and wink. “Save it for the ladies,” says the guard.

the pun here OMg i can’t even.

The Terminator walks through the metal detector and all the lights go off.

"Sorry," says the Terminator, before we cut to him slashing his way through a crowd of agents and civilians. Grace battles him with a chain. She slices him in half, but it's clearly not going to take.

"When it's all over," Sarah challenges the old!Terminator, "I am going to kill you."

"I understand," he replies.

Lots of explosions. Car chase. Helicopter. Fiery planes going down. Arnold grabbing the other Terminator, pinning him down, and shooting him in the face multiple times. When the shooting stops, there's no flesh on his face, only metallic parts and glowing red eyes. CREEPY AS FUCK.

Title card. Cut to the highway bridge. Sarah drops a grenade over the edge, as Grace grabs Dani. "I'll be back," Sarah deadpans, and strides away as Grace runs for cover with Dani. The grenade explodes. Sarah doesn't even break stride, just grabs another gun, as Grace shields Dani from the explosion with her body

AHHHHHHH. AMAZING.

So I give this a 8.5/10, because while it's a perfectly effective trailer and explains the story very well regardless of how many films you've seen, it doesn't have that perfectly creepy blending of music and imagery like the teaser. I don't like the opening as much, since Sarah's first introduction to the audience should be her as a badass, not her getting taken down. But hot damn, does it make up for that will all the great lines. Sarah is obviously still Chaotic Good/fighting with all her issues, and I'm looking foward to all the drama between the characters.

Also, I watched some other promotional material: not a ton of new stuff, but apparently, they did let Sarah Connor say “fuck,” which I approve of.

EDIT: I wrote “Diego Luna” instead of “Gabriel Luna” by mistake because of Star Wars, which is an embarrassing but also kinda hilarious mistake to make.

[mst3kproject]

Monster on the Campus

This movie has one of the best MST3K pedigrees I’ve seen.  The cast includes Whit Bissell, the mad scientist from I Was a Teenage Werewolf, and director Jack Arnold also brought us Revenge of the Creature and The Space Children (and four episodes of Love, American Style).  That alone would qualify it as an Episode that Never Was, but wait... there’s more!  Monster on the Campus boasts a veritable menagerie of background weirdnesses that the Brains could have gone to town on, including an inexplicable bust of Genghis Khan, a woman who appears to have her dress on backwards, and a door in constant use despite being marked USE OTHER DOOR.  Add a werecreature plot even more bizarre than Track of the Moon Beast and I am at an utter loss for how they managed to miss this one.

Professor Donald Blake (no, not that Donald Blake) is a paleontologist who has just received an exciting new specimen: a preserved coelacanth, all the way from Madagascar!  He hopes this will take him down roads of science few have ever trod, and oh, boy, will it ever.  When Blake cuts himself on the prehistoric fish’ teeth, he transforms into an ape-man and sets out on a rampage.  The police investigate his trail of murder and vandalism, while the coelacanth (which Blake pronounces 'silla-canth') continues to infect anything it touches with a sort of de-evolution, like the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode Genesis except much, much sillier.

I didn't think coelacanths actually had teeth, but I googled it and it turns out they do.  This is possibly the most scientifically accurate part of the movie.  The rest of Monster on the Campus' science is on a par with things like the carbon-dated metal statue in Terror from the Year 5000 or Glenn Manning's single-celled heart in The Amazing Colossal Man.  As a major part of its premise, this film proposes that somehow, coelacanth blood actually resists evolution.

This is really, really not how evolution works.  If you could sequence the genes of a modern coelacanth and compare them with those of its ancestors eighty million years ago, you'd find that genetically it's about as closely related to them as we are to whatever little possum-like creatures were around back then. Coelacanths might look like they haven't changed, but that's simply because, like sharks or cockroaches, they have happened upon a body plan that works so well for what they do that there's been no reason to change it.  Instead, the tweaking happens on the inside – mutations accumulate whether they cause physical changes or not, and modern coelacanths must deal with completely different environmental conditions than prehistoric ones.  Factors like predators, prey, temperature, ocean and atmospheric chemistry, and diseases are changing constantly and means that coelacanths must evolve, even if they do so where we can't see it.

Another thing this movie apparently believes about evolution is that creatures in the past were innately angrier and more violent than modern ones.  We see several 'primitive' life forms over the course of this story: a saber-toothed German Shepherd that apparently represents the ancestor of modern dogs (and makes about as much evolutionary sense as the saber-toothed squirrel in the Ice Age movies), a giant dragonfly, and the caveman Dr. Blake becomes.  All three are shown attacking anything that moves, and sometimes things that don't.  There is some implication that the caveman has access to Blake's memories even it can't make sense of them, but its reaction to the things it thus 'recognizes' is still violence.  The idea that the past was 'brutal' and modern man must overcome his instincts to progress is a constant running thread in the movie.

This is taken so far, however, that it leaves the viewer wondering – if we evolved from such violent creatures, how did we ever get to where we are?  An argument might be made that the prehistoric dog was vicious because it had not yet been domesticated.  Fine, but how were humans domesticated?  How did the ape-man we see ever stop smashing, raping, and killing long enough to settle down and invent civilization?  Its behaviour shows very little evidence of what we'd recognize as intelligence.  Maybe the female was a civilizing influence.  We never see a prehistoric woman in the movie, and Dr. Blake's display of 'the faces of man' inadvertently implies that woman is the highest form of human evolution.  If, as the stereotypes tell us, men are intrinsically domineering and violent while women are supposed to be kind and nurturing, maybe the more feminine humanity becomes, the better.

Oh, wait, there's one more thing the movie's science gets right: the idea of preserving tissues through irradiation.  This works exactly the way Blake explains: by killing off all the bacteria in the target material.  It's actually a very safe and effective way to prevent food from spoiling – it never really caught on, however, probably mostly because of movies like this one spreading the idea that radiation = oh god, oh god, we're all gonna die.

If we can accept all that, however, the movie is actually very entertaining.  The music is pretty good and the effects are not convincing, but they're fun to look at.  The caveman doesn't appear on screen until nearly the end, but this is done in such a way that it is suspenseful rather than annoying.  We know that something strange has happened to Dr. Blake, and that it's equivalent to what became of Samson the dog and the dragonfly – but the characters don't, at least not at first, and their conclusion that Blake is being stalked by an unknown enemy is an entirely reasonable one given the facts they have.  The theory becomes harder to fit to the facts as more facts appear, and the police struggle to keep it plausible.  The dog and the dragonfly give us some monster action to keep us interested while we wait for the big reveal.

The reveal itself is not as satisfying as it ought to be, because the caveman makeup is pretty damned bad.  The mask almost looks more like a werewolf than an ape-man.  The way Blake gets his doses of coelacanth blood is also pretty contrived.  The first time, when he cuts his hand on the fish' teeth, kind of works, but the second time, he allows blood to drip into his pipe and them smokes it.  This is hilarious in both concept and execution, and even Blake, discussing his theory with his superiors, dismisses a second accident as unlikely.

Donald Blake himself is a reasonably sympathetic character, both the hero and the villain of his own story.  We never entirely like him, but that's mainly a product of the movie's age. The first line we hear him say is as he makes a mold of his girlfriend's face to add to his 'faces of man' exhibit - “the female in the perfect state – helpless and silent!”  This probably seemed harmlessly funny in the 50's – in the 21st century it makes him seem like a pig and it's kind of an uphill struggle to regain any respect for him. The slow burn of him figuring out who the monster is, and the confusion and terror that accompany it, help a lot – as does the behaviour of his colleagues, who understandably think he's going nuts.

At the end of the movie, Blake decides to perform an experiment – he will inject himself with the coelacanth blood a third time and see what happens.  He records a last message, saying “I pray only for the courage to destroy the monster within me.”  Sure enough, the caveman re-emerges and threatens Blake's girlfriend Madeline.  Upon seeing the photographic evidence, he convinces his colleagues to shoot him, so that the monster will die with him.

I think we're supposed to consider this a tragedy: like Oedipus, Blake could not stop pursuing the truth, and the truth in the end destroyed him.  The problem with this is that his suicide seems, quite honestly, totally unnecessary.  To keep from committing any more violent crimes, all Blake would have to do is not come into contact with radioactive coelacanth blood, and it doesn't seem like this ought to be a difficult substance to avoid.  In fact, he probably has the world's entire supply right there in his lab – burn the damn fish, and you're done!  Committing suicide over a problem that easy to solve is the act of a drama queen, Dr. Blake.

It's especially ridiculous when this movie's entire point is that the capacity for brutal violence is latent within all of us, just waiting for an excuse to bubble to the surface.  Is the movie trying to say that we should all kill ourselves to avoid the crimes we might commit?  I could probably kill somebody if I felt it was necessary – do I deserve to be pre-emptively locked up for that?  Blake seems to know that he's not responsible for what his prehistoric alter-ego does, even if the irrational part of him feels guilty regardless. Certainly he doesn't blame Sampson the dog for nearly attacking Madeline while under the influence of the coelacanth blood, so why blame himself?  The point made earlier in the movie was that we must resist our urge to violence, to choose to evolve away from it – but rather than rejecting his animal nature, Blake seems to lose all hope of ever doing so.

Confused as the movie is, this is one of the good ones.  It had me on its side from the moment it included a Meganeura, one of my favourite under-used prehistoric animals – but even outside of that it's a fun story that keeps the audience engaged.  It's definitely not perfect, but the annoying parts don't annoy me enough to detract from the fun ones.  Any lover of silly 50's sci-fi should definitely check out Monster on the Campus.