I just got back from seeing “San Andreas”
If you like big disaster movies, the Rock, or female characters that are kinda badass, I’d recommend.
so last night i watched the weirdest time travel movie and at the end you discovered that all of the characters were the same person
the main character was a time traveling hermaphrodite who started their life as a woman, gave birth to themselves, put themselves on an orphanage doorstep in the past, later lived their life as a man, went back in time and impregnated themselves with themself and then later killed an older version of themself and my brain has never been more confused
More importantly, what movie was this? It sounds right up my alley
reclusiveq it’s Predestination and it’s based on All You Zombies, by Robert Heinlien
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SLICE THEIR PALM TO GET BLOOD. do you know how many nerve endings are in your hand?!?! why don’t they ever cut the back of their arm or their leg or something omfg
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
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and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital
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That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it
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There is a freaking door right there. Stop smashing through windows, damn it.
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yes, mr. action hero, I am aware that running dramatically from the baddies at breakneck speed is important, but know what else is important? NOT GETTING SHOT. RUN IN A FUCKING ZIGZAG PATTERN ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT THE MOOKS WERE NOT COACHED IN MARKSMANSHIP BY THE IMPERIAL STORMTROOPERS.
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Oh, hey, you there, sneaky hero-type breaking into any place for any reason? WEAR SOME FUCKING GLOVES. They’re called fingerprints, dumbass. You have them and you’re putting them all over the fucking place.
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If something really fucking huge is falling on you, don’t FUCKING RUN ALONG THE LENGTH JUST TAKE LIKE TWO FUCKING STEPS TO THE SIDE
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wEAR A FUCKING HELMET OBERYN YOU LITTLE SHIT
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My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
Elizabeth Bear – My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)
Fathom Events
For anyone who might be interested, they’re going to be showing Doctor Who (rise of the cybermen/age of steel) in the theatre on June 16, followed by ‘wings’ on the 17th.
every disaster movie ever
scientist: don’t do that
military official: lol