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THOR-gasmic Times

In Film and Related, Roughly About Films on May 5, 2012 at 11:10 pm

We recently purchased the DVD of THOR, directed by Kenneth Branagh.  (We bought it in the run-up to the release of THE AVENGERS yesterday.)

We’ve watched it twice so far… Anthony Hopkins is majestic as Odin, Natalie Portman glows as a suitably proactive Jane Foster, and the actors playing the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and Rene Russo as Frigga were well-cast.

Tom Hiddleston almost stole the show as Loki, and Chris Hemsworth was titanic as Thor Odinson.  Most of the women I’ve heard from, and some of the men (even some straight ones), are having nerd-gasms about him; he’s become eye candy for almost everyone who’d seen the film, and are looking forward to seeing him again in THE AVENGERS.

Branagh’s treatment of the Nine Realms is a visual effects gem, and the effects for Bifrost are stunning.  But Hemsworth’s change from an arrogant prince to someone who cares about innocents is one of the more stunning transformations I’ve seen.

Do I recommend this movie?  Aye, in sooth I so say.

An Ending, And A Beginning…

In Just Because... on May 5, 2012 at 10:40 pm

Today I received the email notification from university… my final grades are in.  I’ve passed all my classes.

I am officially a graduate, with the degree conferred upon me of Bachelor of Arts.

Yay.

About damn time, too.

The overwhelming feeling I have at this moment is one of relief the ordeal is finished.  “Why do you keep hitting yourself in the head with a hammer?” the question goes.

“Because it feels so good when you stop,” is the reply.

It was problematic when I was working through it… but now, I’m done.  Am I likely to continue on for advanced degrees?  About the same likelihood of flying to the moon by flapping my arms.

In other words, “I don’t think so.”

One thing I’ve learned for sure this go-round in the educational system… they are thoroughly capable of sucking the joy out of something you love.  The chance of my letting my creative self fall into their clutches again are about equal to the chance of a nitrocellulose dog chasing an asbestos cat through the middle tailrace of Hell.

Next post, a different subject… I actually review a movie!

Will wonders never cease?

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