Ah yes… the ol’ Wittgenstein approach!
The bastard rolled up his sleeves, said “hold this” laterally handing someone his mug of Weiss Hefeweizen, and proceeded to forge a theoretical analysis of theory itself! To boil his work into just one VERY lo-res sentence.
May The Flork Be With You.
Sunday School playground bullies!
Violating the Prime Snail Directive of Starfleet.
don’t forget the camera work
One element that fits under “creative problem-solving”.
That long subjective camera rush towards Ash (Campbell), the one that continued the cliffhanger end of Evil Dead 1, then lifting Ash and spinning him at high speed… I can deconstruct more or less how they did it - at regular or slow speed, Campbell strapped to a board and on an axes, etc. - but I still can’t wrap my head around the insanely good final result. It’s like… one of the best examples in cinema of something being more than the sum of its’ parts.
That’s like A Bout De Soufflé caliber gourmet shit, Jimmy!
“Why know why the Earth looked so beautiful?
Because YOU weren’t in it!”
Evil Dead Pt 2 is the best remake ever.
The same director, making the same film twice, but with a (moderately) higher budget, a lot of creative problem-solving, a defiant “We can do this” attitude, and Bruce Campbell reaching Buster Keaton-levels of physical comedy genius.
Incredible, all the way, through and through.
Isn’t it a line of defense against insects?
“Animals” would be broad enough to be true,
“Mammals” zoomed in on the wrong kingdom.
Which may be even better as a joke, here’s this thing smug in having finally found a technique to defend itself against a 100 million year foe, like Moe throwing insect Barney out of his bar, and here’s mammal Barney behind Moe again!
Polite words after someone kicks the bucket, whoever they may be, is politics, understandable.
That said, it does seem like she went out of her way to lay it on thick, didn’t she? With a nasty synthetic aftertaste to it. She chose her words carefully and it looks like her kissing the boot of a fucking goddamned sick soulless monster.
Here’s my obituary for cheney:
He shot a man in the face, then abused his tremendous privilege to avoid police questioning for 36 hours, after he’d had time to sober up, even as he got hundreds of thousands of people killed by kicking a hornet’s nest in the Middle East, all for oil profit of his Halliburton and Clearwater buddies.
Rest not, but wallow in shit and eternal damnation,
Dick “Why Don’t You Go FUCK YOURSELF?!!” Cheney
No, don’t flip the content, just step away and turn your back, much healthier that way. Put a picture of puppies or kittens, eyebleach, dammit, I said EYEBLEACH!
Make sure you put some OIL aside for the future.
“What… you mean like salad oil?”
And my work here is done, I am OUTTA HERE!
“Wait! Did you mean like olive or peanut oil or…?”
(crickets(forever))
The Burger War Of Secession has begun…
A møøse once bit my sister.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by …
Techbrah! Techbruh…
David Attenborough’s Australia
Mad Max: A David Attenborough Film
Looie Buitton Bidet!
It’s straight to Hilbert Jail for you!
What a coincidence!
Missus told to not purchase these home made roller skates and I’m an idiot for buying them. Your gain my loss.
Stupid CEOs seem to be stupid suckers/marks for so much “corporate astrology”, mesmerized into a greedy stupid stupor by the same old soothing, stupid magic spell: “more automation… less meatbags…”