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sethrakTom found Thor on DVD for only ten bucks at Sam's Club, and Hulk (the version being used for Avengers continuity) for nearly as cheap somewhere else.
Guess what we did most of this afternoon and evening. :D
Cutting in case I'm not the only one so woefully far behind on these movies. I am caffeinated and in the middle of a severe outbreak of fangirling, so it's kinda raw and stream of consciousness.
Thor was awesome.
The love story had pacing problems. Going from sidelong glances of "Gee this crazy guy I keep hitting with my vehicle is HOT/Gee this mortal maiden who keeps running me over with her chariot is HOT", to kissing her hand and pledging to return and getting fiercely mauled in response, to being desperately warned by Loki "If you do this you'll never see her again!!!"/Thor whispering "Forgive me Jane!", to Thor looking woebegone as he abandons a state dinner to mope next to Heimdall, while on Earth she tries to get the tesseract working again.... Mmmmm.... Plenty of adorable moments there, but given the very short span of time in which they knew each other.... ::shakes head::
Nonetheless, I melted each time he kissed her hand.
Heimdall was made of awesome and win, and frankly I think he was the best character in the entire movie.
The Warriors Three and Sif the Occasionally Audible Afterthought needed more fleshing out. Sif's actress is the sort of person who would have made Arwen Undomiel Warrior Princess believable. I hope she gets more parts in the future.
Odin's grand plan of bringing about peace by kidnapping a baby who'd been left to die of exposure? Oh dear sweet God what were you thinking All-Father?
Darcy was also made of awesome, and shows what Kat Dennings can do when she isn't given a script of racist, sexist, anti-gay, and assorted other tired out cliche jokes.
Natalie Portman was not the James Bond version of a female scientist I expected her to be. Excellent.
"Redneck trying to pull Mjollnir loose with his pickup" is now my favorite Stan Lee cameo. :D
The male-on-male mudwrestling needed more torn clothing. ::firm nod:: Yes, I am as shallow as a rain puddle. I care not.
The Asgardian costumes weren't as cheesy as promo pics and some of the Internet buzz led me to believe. I liked the rainbow bridge and especially liked the Bifrost entrance chamber. :D
On to Hulk. It was better than the version with the mutated Hulk-dogs, for damn sure.
Liv Tyler had two moods in this movie. Breathy and barely audible, and petulantly impotent rage. It was very annoying. I wished ::checks IMDB:: Jamie Alexander had been in this role on many occasions.
I watched this movie once when Tom rented it a long while back, but apparently was in either a fog of illness, or of fatigue and depression, because the only part I remember was Hulk on the glass-and-metal covered walkway at the college, and yelling at the screen that they needed to just STOP already with the bullets and other projectiles, and go with some sort of area-effect weapon. Tear gas, knockout gas, frag grenades, SOMETHING. They should have figured out a LOT faster that his green hide was impervious to the mass quantities of bullets they kept flinging desperately. Granted, apparently knockout gas or just a PTSD attack triggered by the assailants in turn triggered a Hulk-out, but they didn't have any way to know that in advance. I still feel that way. :p
They DID know in advance what they were dealing with based on his initial transformation and escape, and not to brief the troops on this in full detail was criminal. Make them sign secrecy oaths or something beforehand if you must, but don't fucking let troops go into a situation like that with incomplete intel, god damn it.
Bruce. Oh, Bruce. Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. A pasty pale and scrawny (but nonetheless visibly raised with good quality healthcare) gringo who doesn't speak good Portuguese, in the middle of a Brazilian slum. Couldn't you at least get a tan or buy bronzer lotion or something? A hiding place like that is practically textbook-perfect for people who want to advocate racial profiling, you moron.
Also, people with blood-borne pathogens probably should NOT seek jobs in the food industry.
The guy with a grudge against the Hulk developed said grudge almost as fast as Thor and Jane developed Love What Can Bridge The Cosmos. ::eye-twitch:: Not just a grudge, but one strong enough to go along with General Asshole's plan to use super-soldier equipment that looked like it hadn't been used since Steve Rogers' era. REAL bright, that move. Even brighter? Mixing a cocktail of super-soldier serum that's decades past expiration and whatever juice makes Hulks. Granted, at this point he had the excuse that super-serum addled his wits and had him addicted.
They did not give good closure about what happened to him after the final battle. Nor did they give closure to what happened to the scientist bright enough to synthesize Hulk-juice from Bruce's tiny blood sample but dumb enough to cooperate with making the serum and Hulk-juice cocktail. And it most surely WAS cooperation. There was a definite mad science gleam in his eye as he made a token warning to Grudge Guy and quickly segued into "Doesn't mean I won't do it of course! I just want to get informed consent first! Yay!" Last we saw him, he was slumped on a lab floor, a disturbing smile on his face, with Hulk-juice-tainted blood dripping onto his swelling and throbbing forehead. Maybe he died before he could Hulk-out himself. They should have shown it or made a quick reference.
On my list of grievances against General Asshole is the lousy, lousy, LOUSY dichotomy between giving proper intel to troops facing Hulk, ostensibly for op sec purposes, and then NOT securing Wannabe Mad Scientist's lab after they captured Bruce. Mutant-Hulk wouldn't have been created if there'd been a gaggle of soldiers and possibly SHIELD agents swarming the place.
Possibly that's how Nick Fury got his job? General Asshole demonstrated a total lack of even basic competence - couldn't even get his daughter hustled off in a personnel carrier during the campus battle with Hulk - so SHIELD needed a new head and some civilian oversight? Was SHIELD even in charge or involved during this, or was the military just borrowing their search engines to find Bruce and his helper Mr. Blue/Wannabe Mad Scientist? I didn't really get the sense of who was in charge on this.
Then after that we watched the "season finale" of The Finder, which is de facto the series finale since it just got cancelled. After only one season of awesomeness.
Damn you Fox.
Though not as thoroughly as my husband wishes to damn you, which I will get to in a moment.
We spent several minutes shaking our fists at the ceiling and cursing Fox for the note on which they ended it, although it IS better than what happened to Alien Nation before the tv movie (ten years later, Tom tells me - I don't remember the series finale very well, nor that there even WAS a movie) or what happened to Sam in Quantum Leap.
(My personal canon denies the existence of the damnable final moments of the QL final episode, along with the existence of midichlorians and any Earthsea books beyond the trilogy. )
Then Tom went to bed, as it will be my turn to sleep in tomorrow. :D
Then I went on Facbeook to write a capslock of rage complaint to my friends. (Not a rant on the FB page for The Finder. I am not calm enough to write a useful complaint to them just at present.)
Then Tom lumbered back downstairs, in search of a glass of water - and to attempt to persuade me to join his proposed letter writing campaign. Not to Fox, but to the Pope. To get the Fox execs responsible for cancelling The Finder excommunicated.
My cooperation was deemed vital because I am Catholic and would therefore know what the Vatican equivalent of Provost Marshall in charge of excommunication requests would be.
I explained to my atheist husband that I didn't know what on earth a Provost Marshall is, and in any event the only person I can say completely and unequivocally is deserving of eternity in Hell, which is what Tom assumes is the automatic result of excommunication, is Hitler. (I believe what actually happens is probably more complex, and also doesn't work on non-Catholics, as they aren't members of the club to begin with.) Cancelling The Finder pisses me off mightily, but Tom does that on a regular basis, and I certainly don't want HIM going to Hell. Sending stupid tv execs there seems a trifle extreme, even to a fangirl like me.
He called me a 'Finder-caust denier". I made him go back to bed.
***
I get to sleep in tomorrow, barring further Zodling poopocalypses. (Jack this time, while we were trying to watch Thor - and in poor Mark's room no less. We are buckling down on getting that boy toilet-trained the week after school's out and Tom's parents come visit. Oy vey.)
Tom bought me roses, and tomorrow is making bacon and eggs with fresh kaiser rolls with which to make breakfast sammiches. I get to see Avengers at 1:15 - already bought tickets online. And we're getting stuffed-crust pizza for the adults' dinner. \o/
Guess what we did most of this afternoon and evening. :D
Cutting in case I'm not the only one so woefully far behind on these movies. I am caffeinated and in the middle of a severe outbreak of fangirling, so it's kinda raw and stream of consciousness.
Thor was awesome.
The love story had pacing problems. Going from sidelong glances of "Gee this crazy guy I keep hitting with my vehicle is HOT/Gee this mortal maiden who keeps running me over with her chariot is HOT", to kissing her hand and pledging to return and getting fiercely mauled in response, to being desperately warned by Loki "If you do this you'll never see her again!!!"/Thor whispering "Forgive me Jane!", to Thor looking woebegone as he abandons a state dinner to mope next to Heimdall, while on Earth she tries to get the tesseract working again.... Mmmmm.... Plenty of adorable moments there, but given the very short span of time in which they knew each other.... ::shakes head::
Nonetheless, I melted each time he kissed her hand.
Heimdall was made of awesome and win, and frankly I think he was the best character in the entire movie.
The Warriors Three and Sif the Occasionally Audible Afterthought needed more fleshing out. Sif's actress is the sort of person who would have made Arwen Undomiel Warrior Princess believable. I hope she gets more parts in the future.
Odin's grand plan of bringing about peace by kidnapping a baby who'd been left to die of exposure? Oh dear sweet God what were you thinking All-Father?
Darcy was also made of awesome, and shows what Kat Dennings can do when she isn't given a script of racist, sexist, anti-gay, and assorted other tired out cliche jokes.
Natalie Portman was not the James Bond version of a female scientist I expected her to be. Excellent.
"Redneck trying to pull Mjollnir loose with his pickup" is now my favorite Stan Lee cameo. :D
The male-on-male mudwrestling needed more torn clothing. ::firm nod:: Yes, I am as shallow as a rain puddle. I care not.
The Asgardian costumes weren't as cheesy as promo pics and some of the Internet buzz led me to believe. I liked the rainbow bridge and especially liked the Bifrost entrance chamber. :D
On to Hulk. It was better than the version with the mutated Hulk-dogs, for damn sure.
Liv Tyler had two moods in this movie. Breathy and barely audible, and petulantly impotent rage. It was very annoying. I wished ::checks IMDB:: Jamie Alexander had been in this role on many occasions.
I watched this movie once when Tom rented it a long while back, but apparently was in either a fog of illness, or of fatigue and depression, because the only part I remember was Hulk on the glass-and-metal covered walkway at the college, and yelling at the screen that they needed to just STOP already with the bullets and other projectiles, and go with some sort of area-effect weapon. Tear gas, knockout gas, frag grenades, SOMETHING. They should have figured out a LOT faster that his green hide was impervious to the mass quantities of bullets they kept flinging desperately. Granted, apparently knockout gas or just a PTSD attack triggered by the assailants in turn triggered a Hulk-out, but they didn't have any way to know that in advance. I still feel that way. :p
They DID know in advance what they were dealing with based on his initial transformation and escape, and not to brief the troops on this in full detail was criminal. Make them sign secrecy oaths or something beforehand if you must, but don't fucking let troops go into a situation like that with incomplete intel, god damn it.
Bruce. Oh, Bruce. Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. A pasty pale and scrawny (but nonetheless visibly raised with good quality healthcare) gringo who doesn't speak good Portuguese, in the middle of a Brazilian slum. Couldn't you at least get a tan or buy bronzer lotion or something? A hiding place like that is practically textbook-perfect for people who want to advocate racial profiling, you moron.
Also, people with blood-borne pathogens probably should NOT seek jobs in the food industry.
The guy with a grudge against the Hulk developed said grudge almost as fast as Thor and Jane developed Love What Can Bridge The Cosmos. ::eye-twitch:: Not just a grudge, but one strong enough to go along with General Asshole's plan to use super-soldier equipment that looked like it hadn't been used since Steve Rogers' era. REAL bright, that move. Even brighter? Mixing a cocktail of super-soldier serum that's decades past expiration and whatever juice makes Hulks. Granted, at this point he had the excuse that super-serum addled his wits and had him addicted.
They did not give good closure about what happened to him after the final battle. Nor did they give closure to what happened to the scientist bright enough to synthesize Hulk-juice from Bruce's tiny blood sample but dumb enough to cooperate with making the serum and Hulk-juice cocktail. And it most surely WAS cooperation. There was a definite mad science gleam in his eye as he made a token warning to Grudge Guy and quickly segued into "Doesn't mean I won't do it of course! I just want to get informed consent first! Yay!" Last we saw him, he was slumped on a lab floor, a disturbing smile on his face, with Hulk-juice-tainted blood dripping onto his swelling and throbbing forehead. Maybe he died before he could Hulk-out himself. They should have shown it or made a quick reference.
On my list of grievances against General Asshole is the lousy, lousy, LOUSY dichotomy between giving proper intel to troops facing Hulk, ostensibly for op sec purposes, and then NOT securing Wannabe Mad Scientist's lab after they captured Bruce. Mutant-Hulk wouldn't have been created if there'd been a gaggle of soldiers and possibly SHIELD agents swarming the place.
Possibly that's how Nick Fury got his job? General Asshole demonstrated a total lack of even basic competence - couldn't even get his daughter hustled off in a personnel carrier during the campus battle with Hulk - so SHIELD needed a new head and some civilian oversight? Was SHIELD even in charge or involved during this, or was the military just borrowing their search engines to find Bruce and his helper Mr. Blue/Wannabe Mad Scientist? I didn't really get the sense of who was in charge on this.
Then after that we watched the "season finale" of The Finder, which is de facto the series finale since it just got cancelled. After only one season of awesomeness.
Damn you Fox.
Though not as thoroughly as my husband wishes to damn you, which I will get to in a moment.
We spent several minutes shaking our fists at the ceiling and cursing Fox for the note on which they ended it, although it IS better than what happened to Alien Nation before the tv movie (ten years later, Tom tells me - I don't remember the series finale very well, nor that there even WAS a movie) or what happened to Sam in Quantum Leap.
(My personal canon denies the existence of the damnable final moments of the QL final episode, along with the existence of midichlorians and any Earthsea books beyond the trilogy. )
Then Tom went to bed, as it will be my turn to sleep in tomorrow. :D
Then I went on Facbeook to write a capslock of rage complaint to my friends. (Not a rant on the FB page for The Finder. I am not calm enough to write a useful complaint to them just at present.)
Then Tom lumbered back downstairs, in search of a glass of water - and to attempt to persuade me to join his proposed letter writing campaign. Not to Fox, but to the Pope. To get the Fox execs responsible for cancelling The Finder excommunicated.
My cooperation was deemed vital because I am Catholic and would therefore know what the Vatican equivalent of Provost Marshall in charge of excommunication requests would be.
I explained to my atheist husband that I didn't know what on earth a Provost Marshall is, and in any event the only person I can say completely and unequivocally is deserving of eternity in Hell, which is what Tom assumes is the automatic result of excommunication, is Hitler. (I believe what actually happens is probably more complex, and also doesn't work on non-Catholics, as they aren't members of the club to begin with.) Cancelling The Finder pisses me off mightily, but Tom does that on a regular basis, and I certainly don't want HIM going to Hell. Sending stupid tv execs there seems a trifle extreme, even to a fangirl like me.
He called me a 'Finder-caust denier". I made him go back to bed.
***
I get to sleep in tomorrow, barring further Zodling poopocalypses. (Jack this time, while we were trying to watch Thor - and in poor Mark's room no less. We are buckling down on getting that boy toilet-trained the week after school's out and Tom's parents come visit. Oy vey.)
Tom bought me roses, and tomorrow is making bacon and eggs with fresh kaiser rolls with which to make breakfast sammiches. I get to see Avengers at 1:15 - already bought tickets online. And we're getting stuffed-crust pizza for the adults' dinner. \o/
