mad max is the best at what he does, and what he does ain't pretty. mad max isn't just looking to have a peaceful christmas. he's busy ruling barter town. one man enter john mclane from behind, one man leave! bamf. back to the cookies.
mcclane is a badass in a land of milktoasts (aka the usa). max houser is a badass in a land of murderous quasi-mutated cannibal punker crocodile dundees. mcclane can handle broken glass on his feet, but max would eat the glass. in which case, he would die and mcclane would win in a weapon h-style trick ending. yipee ki-yay.
this reminds me of something: if the mad max movies are set in the future, then aren't all the "futuristic" haircuts and bondage gear that everyone sports actually kind of quaint by their standards? it'd be like one of us being attacked in the desert by a motorcycle gang of candystriped barbershop quarteteers with handlebar mustaches and election hats.
WARNING!!!! SPOILER ALERT! Read no further if you haven't seen the movie SIGNS.
I've got an idea for a movie. It's about some cool aliens who growl. The aliens are really powerful, but they have a weakness which is that water kills them. so they decide to invade earth, even though as far as they're concerned 3/4ths of its surface is covered in acid, it rains acid everywhere, all the cities have extensive acid-pumping machinery networks, and all living things on the planet are made mostly of acid. but they don't care. they've decided that this is the planet for them. for them, the glass is half-empty (that's optimism when nothing is more poisonous and corrosive than water to your species! ; ) i almost forgot to mention that the aliens decide to invade the deadly acid planet naked! i guess that since they are smart enough to travel through space and make their spaceships invisible, they could have invented some kind of garment that would prevent water from touching their skin, but not all races acquire "rain-coat" technology at the same pace. so anyway, the naked aliens pretty much take over, but at the last moment the humans figure out the whole water thing and kill all the aliens. oh, and i thought it'd be cool to have the people who discover that water kills them be in the middle east. true, folks in the middle east don't have tons of extra water and probably wouldn't go splashing it on their enemies just to see what would happen, but i figure it'd be a cool metaphor for the way religions started there, and spread the "water" of hope and then the water would symbolize, um, death to our enemies. oh, and the story unfolds through the eyes of a shaky retired priest and his family who live in an L.L. Bean town. The priest quits preaching, and he gets pissed when people treat him like a priest. he's trying to figure out if he gives a fuck about anything, and spooky shit happens on his farm at night. in the end, he learns the lesson that we all learn sooner or later; that we all care about not having our family subjugated by naked aliens with nerve-gas-wrist-needles. i think i'll call it "field of bad dreams." yours,
to be fair, i thought "signs" was badass and spooky until what was going on became clear. then it seemed like mr. plot-twist was too busy smelling his own farts to bother suspending a little disbelief. i'm starting to think i'm a dick. nobody say anything.
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mad max is the best at what he does, and what he does ain't pretty. mad max isn't just looking to have a peaceful christmas. he's busy ruling barter town. one man enter john mclane from behind, one man leave! bamf. back to the cookies.
mcclane is a badass in a land of milktoasts (aka the usa). max houser is a badass in a land of murderous quasi-mutated cannibal punker crocodile dundees. mcclane can handle broken glass on his feet, but max would eat the glass. in which case, he would die and mcclane would win in a weapon h-style trick ending. yipee ki-yay.
this reminds me of something: if the mad max movies are set in the future, then aren't all the "futuristic" haircuts and bondage gear that everyone sports actually kind of quaint by their standards? it'd be like one of us being attacked in the desert by a motorcycle gang of candystriped barbershop quarteteers with handlebar mustaches and election hats.
golgozomoth, i know you're just baiting me with that SIGNS crap.
michael tonight is right although i'm not so much into bondage gear. the only SIGNS i like is Tesla's version.mp
here you go, golgozomoth. nothing personal.
WARNING!!!! SPOILER ALERT! Read no further if you haven't seen the movie SIGNS.
I've got an idea for a movie. It's about some cool aliens who growl. The aliens are really powerful, but they have a weakness which is that water kills them. so they decide to invade earth, even though as far as they're concerned 3/4ths of its surface is covered in acid, it rains acid everywhere, all the cities have extensive acid-pumping machinery networks, and all living things on the planet are made mostly of acid. but they don't care. they've decided that this is the planet for them. for them, the glass is half-empty (that's optimism when nothing is more poisonous and corrosive than water to your species! ; ) i almost forgot to mention that the aliens decide to invade the deadly acid planet naked! i guess that since they are smart enough to travel through space and make their spaceships invisible, they could have invented some kind of garment that would prevent water from touching their skin, but not all races acquire "rain-coat" technology at the same pace. so anyway, the naked aliens pretty much take over, but at the last moment the humans figure out the whole water thing and kill all the aliens. oh, and i thought it'd be cool to have the people who discover that water kills them be in the middle east. true, folks in the middle east don't have tons of extra water and probably wouldn't go splashing it on their enemies just to see what would happen, but i figure it'd be a cool metaphor for the way religions started there, and spread the "water" of hope and then the water would symbolize, um, death to our enemies. oh, and the story unfolds through the eyes of a shaky retired priest and his family who live in an L.L. Bean town. The priest quits preaching, and he gets pissed when people treat him like a priest. he's trying to figure out if he gives a fuck about anything, and spooky shit happens on his farm at night. in the end, he learns the lesson that we all learn sooner or later; that we all care about not having our family subjugated by naked aliens with nerve-gas-wrist-needles. i think i'll call it "field of bad dreams."
yours,
m. night shamalama
to be fair, i thought "signs" was badass and spooky until what was going on became clear. then it seemed like mr. plot-twist was too busy smelling his own farts to bother suspending a little disbelief. i'm starting to think i'm a dick. nobody say anything.
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