In Simmons’ hands, Luther is a surprisingly intimidating presence, delivering a Grim Reaper’s glare at anyone who’s dared get in the way of his sinister plot -- with a grisly death almost always certain to follow.
What is in this container, you might ask? An egg; an egg out of which hatches a newborn baby. The nuns at the church witness a person hatch from an egg, then sort of smile and shrug and move on as normal.
He couldn’t take any chances or the Hollywood Gods would have him for brunch over egg-whites-only eggs benedict, so Villeneuve spent the other half of his Gambia-government-budget-sized budget on the most killer CGI this side of Marriage Story. Villeneuve covered all his intergalactic bases.
Another element that makes this movie good is the team’s chemistry. Avoiding the twin traps of making the players comically bad or the over-the-top in talent, this collection of actors feel more like an actual high school squad with high school issues than is usually the case.
Sippy stares up at Sarah. Right now, they’re the best of friends. Unlike the rest of us, there’s no chance Sippy will break. Well, that’s what she thinks. I don’t mention what happened to Sippy One. And we never refer to this one as Sippy Two. She looks down at the counter.
Reality TV was just starting to enter popular culture and a fair bit of it was absolute trash. When people say “trashy” in reference to reality TV you think of dating shows with fighting and screaming and crying. These are guilty pleasure, junk food shows.
The power shift that took place when she wanted me back in early adulthood both thrilled and angered me. A bulk of childhood rejection still lingered in my body, but I also needed her. My aching fantasy refused to die, the craving of a warm female to look up to and emulate, a mama to hold me close and tell me how loved and special I was, just for being me.
‘Yeah, I know that love. I’m so happy you’re here and I wouldn’t mess that up. I promise, on my oath, no drinking. Never again.’
She stuck her nose in the air and sniffed.
‘I can smell something,’ she said.
Where now only weeds seemed to thrive, the walls had to be reimagined, the slope & pitch of the frosted roof
hidden, in the small corner of the heart
a seed won’t grow
rimmed in shadowed soil, won’t
stretch its rooted fingers
Xander wasted no time...just as Rachel had expected. Everything about him she took back with her from that void, the knowledge absorbing itself by the same unexplainable communication through which she had learned everything else. Xander got into his BMW, and Rachel, having been in wait in her own car, followed.
Sometimes there is nothing more to say. Sometimes I am the only
one left in the middle of the world of billions of people. Some-
times I’m Big. Sometimes I’m really really small, smaller than
the tiniest bug below God’s good earth.
I think it rained that entire summer. At least that’s how I remember it.
The air was wet and thick as the skin of a plum. Mold grew everywhere it could-
in the cracks in the floorboards, in the mailbox with the spider-mother,
between the pages of the poems you read to me on the porch.
FILM / Theories of Crime According to Minority Report / Nadia Benjelloun
Time and time again, history has shown that mankind has a propensity to be attracted to violent means. Prehistoric warfare between hunters and gatherers, gladiators, protests, and sports fans’ victory rampages are just samples. But this claim alone would hint to a deterministic point of view on humanity. An interpretation that considers this point of view, in both its merits and limitations, is the movie, Minority Report (2002).
As I cleaned up after the breakfast I made you, you told me you had another lover. He was coming to Mexico City, the place where I thought we were falling in love. It was Christmas.