I write every day whether I like it or not. In about three years I'll stop.
This past week will not go down as one of my favorites. Remarkably it’s difficult to resist describing it in all its glory. If I’m unsuccessful, all you get are these three sentences.
J.M. Walters was building a falcon. Or, more accurately, his employers, The Chris Island Forge and Brassworks, constructed the thing.
“Up ahead Mama,” called Tanna. She dashed several steps out in front, but slowed when her mother did not match her new pace.
“I see, Flower. I see.” Cuivva had watched the light through the trees grow since the last bend, but she always let Tanna discover their progress first. It reminded her of times past when she could still let the little girl win a game of jumpers. Finding the giant’s path was about the only thing left Cuivva could figure out before Tanna.
Sunlight from the south brightened the green leaves of the trees on th opposite side of the giant’s path while silhouetting the the nearer ones. The effect from their smaller human trail gave the feeling of approaching a meadow–a very long, but not wide, meadow.
Cuivva spotted the redundant sign post with the unnecessary writing–which she couldn’t read–before Tanna too. Everyone knew what lay ahead.
This isn’t picking up as smoothly as I’d like this morning and I’m fat fingering more keys than I’m not. I think I’ll call this good for now and maybe sleep on it.
Day 259
Not exactly spoilers ahead. But kinda.
Just thinking about how much I was disappointed by Hellboy II makes me feel like a traitor. The most brutal part of my unorganized negative commentary review would be this analysis: any randomly chosen four minute segment made sense and was good; any randomly chosen eight minute one was not.
Of particular offense was the Troll Market. The tight streets and narrow winding alleys convinced me there was a ceiling on this sound stage. It immediately brought to mind Diagon Alley and then dismissed it as quickly.
At one point I literally thought Perlman’s head was twice as big as his body. Seriously I had problems with the make-up!
I have no idea why they were shooting at the tooth faeries with bullets in guns when in the just the previous scene we saw Liz expertly in control of her flames. She was on fire near a kitten without toasting it.
The hand-drawn props and scenery that Mike puts in the books just did not translate to the movie format.
Oh well.
Sorry.