having insane thoughts about Pacific Rim: Uprising. it’s a good movie. it’s a mediocre movie. it’s a bad movie with a really cool concept which makes it incredibly easy to extrapolate and convince myself that it’s a good movie. there’s a very good movie in there, but not in there somewhere because i can see it- i know where this very good movie is. I can see it. it is unrealized potential. it’s about the power of love, no, it could’ve- should’ve been about the power of love- theoretically it’s about the power of love and how people misunderstand and try to manufacture it, always to no avail. it is not actually about any of that. why the fuck is mako a cop
The parallels between kaiju and jaegers is driving me insane.
You are a monster made by someone to be an attack dog. You are driven by minds greater than your own. You are alive only as much as your creators acknowledge. You are alien and artificial and created with the understanding that you will be killed, eventually, by the next generation of your opponents. You are only different from your clones because of your generation, because of how many kills you have, because of who's driving you; not because you possess any inherent uniqueness. You are a monster/machine/manufactured titan. You are born for the ocean and you will die there.
May the whole sky fall
May it all come down
Wasted all for the truth,
For the fool in her wedding gown.
Aka, I am deeply in love with Agnes Montague and The Fool In Her Wedding Gown by The Crane Wives is so Desolation coded. I saw them in concert recently, so the dots really just connected themselves.