Oh noes! The so-called “light beard” makes me weak in the knees.
This was probably already mentioned, but how about a super-hero with mad powerz who just says one day, screw this! and gives up catching bank robbers/saving the universe/fighting villains with super powers and goes to live an obscure life. On a farm. With no electricity… I should think how crazy-making having super-powers would make you, how they expect you to always be there like State Farm Insurance, how tired and resentful you’d be. Not to mention, who is responsible for the widespread damage to cars and buildings after a big battle in the middle of a city? (…Of course then there would be no movie, so never mind, scratch that.)
Airbrushing? Are you amish? What you mean is Photoshopping.
It would be very easy to have the brown-skinned protagonist from India or say, ancient Iraq, Syria, etc. journey to an exotic and primitive land, be adopted by a tribe, learn their ways, and fall in love with the chief’s daughter… and the whole time that tribe is comprised of white Saxons or Celts in Britain.
Wasn’t there a novel and/or movie a few years back aabout an Arab adventuring among the Vikings?
Does it make a difference? You understood what I meant. LESS DIGITAL ENHANCING.
salinqmind, that sort of thing has been touched on. Don’t know if it’s ever been the focus of a movie, but it’s been a plot point plenty of times. Megamind springs to mind.
Scumpup, The 13th Warrior, and I liked it at least partly for the reason that the protagonist never became Mightier than the rest. He had his place, and he was good at it, but he was still their “Iben” or “little brother”, essentially.
Eaters of the Dead was the novel. Michael Crichton wrote it. The move was The Thirteenth Warrior.
salingmind’s IWLTS sounds a lot like the basis for The Incredibles
It’s *very *common parlance, ass.
Wiki:
Thanks, drastic quench. I mean, I didn’t make up that word - I heard it somewhere, after all. But, uh, you’re going to get in trouble for calling him an ass here in CS.
Too true. I need to create a Pit thread wherein the first post is just “Ass.” and then I could hyperlink to it sans insult, like:
It’s very common parlance.
Apologies all around. I meant to confine my vitriol to the appropriate insult ghetto.
drastic_quench, you’ve been posting here for years and you should know better.
Since you did actually post the insult in this forum instead of just linking to it, I’m giving you a formal warning instead of a note. Next time, devote your energy to following the rules instead of trying to find a clever way to circumvent them.
Tone down the rudeness. It doesn’t belong in Cafe Society.
IWLTS
boobies
I’m sorry, what were we talking about?
IWLTS a horror film where the husband is the believer in ghosts, and the wife is the skeptic–like Mulder and Scully, only a married couple. Also, the skeptic would turn out to be right, but the circumstances would be such that the “rational” explanation turns out to be the creepiest (like…there aren’t ghosts living in the walls and making noise, but there is a serial killer living in a secret, sealed-off wing, or something).
And yes, more “science is a GOOD thing” in movies, please. Though I have noticed that astronomy-centered films tend to be more science-positive, like Contact and October Sky (the former is hardly a surprise, seeing as the novel was written by Carl Sagan). I suppose I should say IWLTS a movie where, say, genetic engineering was considered a good thing.
Might I suggest ‘Chronicle’? Not a superhero movie per se, but the protagonist(s) do have superpowers, and it becomes less a ‘great power, great responsibility’ tale than a ‘what would three different types of teenagers do with superpowers’ tale. I rather liked it.
RIGHT! More male nudity, please. I don’t necessarily need to see cock, but I will rarely turn it down. (It really bothers me, for example, that I have had to see Frank Langella’s bouncing nutsack [Lolita] but have never seen, say, Clive Owen’s.)
But take off your shirts and pants men! You can keep your shorts on if you insist.
Oh, I don’t mind. I thought comparing airbrushing to being Amish would make people smile. Instead it just pissed you off. My apologies!
This should be your sig line.
woo-hoo! Rock it, Mika!
There’s a lady at work who swoons at the mention of Frank Langella. I wonder whether this is the reason.