I spent an obscene amount of time playing this game. This one was a major life-destroyer for me. Sometimes I would think I was over it for a year or two and get dragged back in. If you've never played a Civ game before, start here. It's one of the only times they managed to find the right balance between gameplay and bells and whistles.
One of those movies I can watch again and again. An extremely good introduction to Chia-Liang Liu and to Shaw Brothers.
A loose adaptation of Shakespeare's The Tempest, staring a very young Leslie Nielsen. In spite of being from the golden age of cheesy sci-fi, it is extremely polished and well-done. The aesthetics are incredible. Here's an example. My secret dream is to one day play a computer game from the Hidden Planet universe.
This is nearly 300 pages of descriptions of people being cruel to animals (unsettling), and better techniques for raising horses (boring). I appreciate what this book is, and what it was trying to do, but the unsettling/boring roller-coaster ride was too much for me, and I didn't make it through.
The author looks for every shred of evidence he can find about contact with other cultures in the Greek dark ages. While he defends his theories pretty well, they still seem pretty speculative. Sometimes his conclusions are interesting and his enthusiasm is infectious. More often, it's very dry. Once every few dozen pages he sneaks in a truly awful/excellent joke. I don't regret reading it, but I couldn't recommend it.
For the actual story of the Western Canon, try Great Books Of The Western World, a list of books (almost all public domain) that give a pretty good sampling of the development of Western thinking (including non-fiction like Euclid, for example, not just the fiction American English professors like). Better to go straight to the source.
Bloom presents his central thesis in a very convoluted, muddled, disorganized way, with a lot of statements meant to get quick emotional reactions, because the only way anyone could take his ideas seriously is with a lot of distractions.
Bloom has an obnoxious habit of assuming western civilization is only a product of the United States of America, and that any work in the western cannon is fundamentally a reflection of the political and social issues that were in vogue in the late twentieth century. It's such an anachronistic history that long sections about authors that died before the United States even existed come across like quaint meditations on Clinton's America vs. Reagan's America. What does Dante think about Iran-Contra? Does Shakespeare approve of the Stealth Bomber budget overruns? Aristotle stares at a bust of Homer and contemplates Magic Johnson's AIDS.
He accuses visible minorities and women of being only capable of resentment, but he was quite possibly the most resentful person who has ever lived, and had a weird and bitter obsession with successful black people. And, frankly, his female students were quite right to be resentful, as he bragged to his friends about sexually assaulting them.
Late in the book he has a chapter called "Borges, Neruda, and Pessoa: Hispanic-Portuguese Whitmen". There are literally no words to describe how self-deludedly patriotic and naively parochial he is.
He's like an over-the-top parody of a cartoon of an Ivy League professor. It wouldn't surprise me if it were revealed that Harold Bloom never existed, and his entire life was just some elaborate joke.
I would give this a perfect score if they re-released it with the stoner philosophy edited out.
The two most important things to know about movie critics are:
- They are extremely intellectual.
- The only form of comedy they don't consider disgustingly vulgar is when men cross-dress in order to run a scam.
Take a look at any best movie list by professional critics, and the standard cross-dressing scam movies are bound to be there. Drag queen movies don't generally make it because the men have to be cross-dressing due to some situational necessity, not just because they personally like it.
As far as critical-darling cross-dressing movies go, this is the least stupid one, although by Billy Wilder or Jack Lemon standards it's pretty weak.
I watch Amazon Prime a fair deal, but all they ever advertize me is the Jonas Brothers reunion. In the last year I have received publicity for pretty much nothing else. I have no idea why their algorithm thinks that's the only thing I would ever want to watch. Judging from the laborious animation technique and cast and hot show creator, Undone must have cost a fortune, but Prime decided that it just wasn't worth advertizing Undone or any other show when I could be watching this 00s boy band thing I've been trying to ignore for what seems like an eternity.
Anyway, this is very good with beautiful visuals, and well-written characters, and excellent performances from everyone. Also it's very sad so don't watch it unless you want to be bummed out.
The a-story is about Tony's alcoholism and depression and father issues, and the b-story is about some guy who is angry. The a-story's big action sequence (the best of the film) is against his best friend. Then Tony cures all his psychological problems and flies off because he remembers there's still a b-story to wrap up. The b-story action sequence is very long, and poorly filmed, and darkly lit, and with a lot of bad CGI. It is boring and takes forever and, because it is the b-story, you know it's not very important. It deflates what was otherwise a decent movie.
Also notable is that Terrence Howard is replaced by Don Cheadle. Imagine being in a huge superhero franchise only to find out that not only have you been replaced by a Golden Girl, but not even one of the more well-known Golden Girls.
This has 559 characters. In my edition, that averages out to about one new character every two pages. I feel like this has a lot of characters for the same reason guys who don't need to haul heavy loads buy really big pickup trucks.
This is one of the greatest things I've ever read in my life.
It's too Star Trek to work as an action movie. It's too much of an action movie to deal with the Star-Trekish premise in any satisfying way.
THAT BEING SAID, I'm currently living in a city with rapid gentrification, and seeing paradise destroyed by a bunch of miserable people with ugly plastic surgery faces does strike a chord with me.
I really want to like a play that starts with 'I fart at thee', but most of the humour doesn't really hit home.
The sort of people that praise this as a masterpiece and a work of genius also become visibly upset when the same type of humour is sold to a modern audience. I had English teachers who would endlessly whine and complain about Adam Sandler and the like, but is this monument of world literature really any different? The world of English majors and literary critics has a lot more to do with posturing than with actual books.
I think the English translator must have been better than the original writer, because most English speakers I have met who have read this walked away with a positive impression. In Portuguese, Coelho often comes across as barely literate.
This is two books which alternate from chapter to chapter. The first book is about a boy looking for treasure. The second is a self-help book for narcissists who worry that they are not self-serving and manipulative enough. In the end (spoilers), the boy finds where the treasure should be buried and starts digging. Pretty soon he gives up and decides the actual treasure was the experiences he had along the way. Then he digs a bit more and finds some gold and gems and decides that the real treasure was actually getting really rich.
I don't agree with Scorsese about superhero movies, but I have to admit that this one really helps his case. The individual scenes are all very good, but they don't actually coalesce into any kind of story, only the vague outline of something resembling a plot. It's like a short film anthology. Jack Nicholson plays the same character he always plays. There's a bunch of good music by Prince, which is awesome but doesn't fit the movie in any way.
It was always one of the weaker superhero movies, but it's worse today: Batman and the Joker are totally played out, and their weird creepy fans have destroyed whatever appeal they still have left after so much overexposure.