In all the Law and Order series, whenever two cops show up to interview a witness at work, the interviewee always continues doing what they were doing (mechanic tinkers with car, restaurant worker wipes down tables, etc.) while talking to the cops. Makes me laugh every time it happens, and it happens every single time. Obviously it makes for better visuals, but when you think about it it’s just so silly.
The fat sidekick.
The gay sidekick.
The gay [indeterminate ethnicity] sidekick.
Posted this some months ago:
“Can I ask you a question?”
That’s believable to me. If Person 2 doesn’t love Person 1 back, then what can they do but ignore it.
If you have this book handy, be sure and check out the “Acknowledgements” section on page 255.
ahem
I’ll wait …
Related, good guy defeats bad guy after a brutal fight on a ledge or dock or catwalk. Good guy risks his own life to save bad guy, after briefly debating whether or not to just let him die (sidekick says: “Don’t do it, you’ll be just as bad as he is!”). Bad guy makes a final lunge at good guy, misses, falls to his death.
How about the “plain” girl who in the real world would be just short of a knockout.
… Provided, of course, she takes off her glasses and lets her hair down.
And no one notice how beautiful and is until then, just like nobody in the Daily Planet newsroom realizes how much Clark Kent looks like Superman.
Male nurses that turn out to be gay particularly get under my skin.
Every goddamned time someone sheaths or unsheaths a sword or dagger or hunting knife it makes that metal on metal ssshhhhhIIINNNG! noise. WTF would you have anything inside a sheath that’s gonna wreck your edge? So fucking annoying. Also people who stick their sword through some dude’s guts then sheath it all covered in blood. If you ever get the fucking thing OUT of that scabbard again you’re gonna be lucky, and then you’re gonna have to replace the scabbard because it’s gonna smell awful in a couple days. Have some respect for weapons, sheesh. I’ve heard literally hundreds of live steel swords come out of their scabbards and they make NO noise, and only a final “clack” when you put them away, if that.
From Roger Ebert’s glossary of movie terms:
This seems to have abated somewhat in the 33 years since he wrote the piece, but it’s still out there.
You seem to be suffering from confirmation bias, friend.
Pacific Rim provides an explanation for why the kaiju are attacking cities. They’re targeting population centers to in order to soften us up and make it easier for their makers to colonize earth.
Nobody’s Asian in the movies
Nobody’s Asian on TV
If there is a part there for us
It’s a ninja, a physician
Or a goofy mathematician
Or a groupie in the chorus
That’s me
But Maurissa, movies couldn’t even be made without Asians! We need them to play the parts we’re not willing to.
You’re right, Jed.
Without the Asians in the movies
Without the Asians on TV
Who’d play the goofy mathematician
The computer technician
A wise old healer from Japan
A short but wealthy businessman
Sell Korean groceries
Do your laundry, thank you prrease
We’re the victims of a crime
We’ll be loving you long time
(Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog Commentary Soundtrack)
Yeah, I know – Godzilla is the Personification of the Bomb. I’ve written about it. But it still bugs me when people don’t get their symbolic reasons to agree with rational ones. Nature CAN fight back without striking mainly at the cities. But bombs were directed there.
'Tain’t confirmation bias – monsters attack cities disproportionally.
That’s where the people are!
Ah – the “Godzilla as Willie Sutton” approach.
It annoyed Godzilla in his retirement when people would drive up and ask “Hey, Godzilla! Why did you attack cities?” just so they could hear him say “Because that’s where the people are!”
Actually, he eventually started to like the attention. But he never really did care for snacking on people. Even gaijin.
Yes! And they keep their backs to the cops most of the time. They’re all, “ugh, cops always asking me stuff, SO BORING.” :rolleyes:
Final showdowns between the good guy and the bad guy always have to happen on a high catwalk or precipice, in the rain.
It still bugs me that, in the middle of a huge battle or hand-to-hand melee the leader of the Bad Guys and the leader of the Good Guys manage to find each other and duke it out man-to-man.
People who confront the killer alone, without telling anyone where they are going. I’d call the cops.
Two cops walk up the walk way together to confront the perp. Real cops walk up ina V-formation so if the guy comes out shooting a gun, he can only hit one before the other shoots him dead. This drives me bonkers (yes, I’m talking to you, Munch and Finn).