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Sep. 19th, 2010 11:14 pm( Deutsch )
Sharlto Copley is my new crush. Screw Liam Neeson (who I've already drooled over) and Bradley Cooper (who I'm kind of enamored of now and randomly encountered last night on The Midnight Meat Train), Sharlto Copley was the best Murdock since Dwight Schultz. I want one for my room.
Although, yeah. That's another thing, we were up last night after game writing and doing other things, and the boy was flipping channels and landed on SyFy. Which had some strange blue-tinted film on involving a subway, so I clicked on the channel guide to see what it was. And the first thing I see is "The Midnight Meat Train (2008) Bradley Cooper..." and some other names, and I bust up laughing. I hadn't seen him on the screen at that point, all we knew was that it involved a train, Vinnie Jones doing his Vinnie Jones thing (hurting people), and lots of blue. And the only thing I knew Bradley Cooper from was A-Team. Which is still one of the only things I know him from, although now I also know him as the poor bastard from that Clive Barker film. Oh, and the boy reminds me that it had space aliens, although I think they were eldritch abominations.
Anyway. It was actually very well put together, well done. Vinnie Jones and Bradley Cooper both turned out good performances, along with that other chick whose name I don't remember. The reporter Everhart from Iron Man 1&2. It was a little terrifying and very much head-tiltingly WTF, which I've come to expect from Clive Barker. Stephen King will give you ordinary things and then turn them around back to front so that you see the seamy, terrifying underbelly. Clive Barker just presents you with something terrifying, ordinary enough that you can relate to it, and out of the ordinary enough that your mind can't entirely cope with it and so the sense of surreal does as much damage to your peace of mind as the outright horror.
Stephen King gives you a lamp monster. Clive Barker gives you the demon-infested pulsating goop-lamp from hell with a chestburster egg for a lightbulb.
I'm trying to remember what else I needed to do, apart from answer the one question that was asked on my last post. But I have not the mental capacity to make words order properly, so that will come tomorrow.
Sharlto Copley is my new crush. Screw Liam Neeson (who I've already drooled over) and Bradley Cooper (who I'm kind of enamored of now and randomly encountered last night on The Midnight Meat Train), Sharlto Copley was the best Murdock since Dwight Schultz. I want one for my room.
Although, yeah. That's another thing, we were up last night after game writing and doing other things, and the boy was flipping channels and landed on SyFy. Which had some strange blue-tinted film on involving a subway, so I clicked on the channel guide to see what it was. And the first thing I see is "The Midnight Meat Train (2008) Bradley Cooper..." and some other names, and I bust up laughing. I hadn't seen him on the screen at that point, all we knew was that it involved a train, Vinnie Jones doing his Vinnie Jones thing (hurting people), and lots of blue. And the only thing I knew Bradley Cooper from was A-Team. Which is still one of the only things I know him from, although now I also know him as the poor bastard from that Clive Barker film. Oh, and the boy reminds me that it had space aliens, although I think they were eldritch abominations.
Anyway. It was actually very well put together, well done. Vinnie Jones and Bradley Cooper both turned out good performances, along with that other chick whose name I don't remember. The reporter Everhart from Iron Man 1&2. It was a little terrifying and very much head-tiltingly WTF, which I've come to expect from Clive Barker. Stephen King will give you ordinary things and then turn them around back to front so that you see the seamy, terrifying underbelly. Clive Barker just presents you with something terrifying, ordinary enough that you can relate to it, and out of the ordinary enough that your mind can't entirely cope with it and so the sense of surreal does as much damage to your peace of mind as the outright horror.
Stephen King gives you a lamp monster. Clive Barker gives you the demon-infested pulsating goop-lamp from hell with a chestburster egg for a lightbulb.
I'm trying to remember what else I needed to do, apart from answer the one question that was asked on my last post. But I have not the mental capacity to make words order properly, so that will come tomorrow.