Superheroes are supposed to be amazing. They can leap tall buildings, run faster than a speeding whoosh, and see sights that no sighter has ever sighted.
And yet, on film, superheroes are, visually, banal.
That’s a little documentary about Kurosawa’s use of movement. At about 4:30, the video compares scenes from Joss Whedon’s the Avengers —and shows pretty definitively that Whedon does basically nothing with the camera, with his actors, or with his composition. The Avengers might be the world’s most powerful mortals, but Whedon films them with the dynamism of grey, flatulent paint (though I’m sure Kurosawa would film flatulent paint with panache, if he felt like it.)
Whedon is an unusually blah director, but superhero films in general aren’t known for their visual distinctiveness. Look at this sequence from Peyton Reed’s Ant-Man.
There’s some effort to promote visual interest there. The camera beings moving away from Ant-Man, and then flips so you’re moving towards Henry Pym and Hope. Once your close to Pym and Hope, the door slams, and then there’s a zoom towards the keyhole, followed by a shot back to Ant-Man, who races towards the door. The back and forth of the camera, from Scott to Pym to Scott to Pym, could be seen as mirroring the (humorously) repetitious failed attempts. And there’s a nice comic moment when you see him racing towards the door, and then the shot on the other side as he smashes against it, leaving his impact to your imagination.
But while the sequence is workmanlike enough, it’s not exactly impressive or memorable. The back and forth of the camera doesn’t feel especially regulated or meaningful. Notice the last shot of Ant-Man before we switch back to the door closing, for example. The camera is stationary; it’s no longer pulling away from him. the sense of motion is frittered away; the shot doesn’t add to the tension or the sense of motion. It just reminds you that Ant-Man is still standing there. Similarly, the first run at the door doesn’t really use the camera pacing to create suspense. Instead, after all the build-up, there are just a bunch of shots: moving in on the keyhole, cut to Ant-Man closing his mask with a flourish, then running, then watching him run through the keyhole, then a flash of blue, then the sound of impact. It’s haphazard and disjointed; there isn’t a clear rhythm or build, which means that there isn’t a sense of anticipation or failure. As a result, most of the work of the scene is up to the Foley artist, for the thud-into-the-door sound effect.
In contrast, the scene from Hitchock’s The Birds uses orchestrates shot/reverse shot movement to build suspense throughout. The cuts come quicker and quicker throughout the scene as the inevitable disaster looms, culminating in what are essentially freeze frame snapshots of Tippi Hedren’s horrified face as the explosion rips through Bodega Bay. And then of course there’s that marvelous move upwards to the bird’s eye view, looking down on the flames forming a slash across the city, with the bird’s squawking in triumph before they swoosh down to do more damage.
It’s kind of cruel to compare a couple of random big-budget hacks to Kurosawa and Hitchcock, obviously. But, on the other hand, Hitchcock, at least, was a Hollywood hack too; The Birds was a suspense picture that was meant for box office success (and did fairly well at that.) Given the buckets of money the studios throw at the Marvel films, it seems like they could find a director with rudimentary visual skill, if they wanted to.
Guy Ritchie’s not one of the all time greats of cinema or anything, but The Man from U.N.C.L.E. has some visual flair. I like the sequence at about :45 where the camera rushes in for a close up at the first car, then pulls back and in the same (presumably digitally enhanced take) rushes forward for a close up of the trailing car. It provides a nice sense of speed and urgency—again, not breathtaking, but fun—which is more than can be said for the direction in Avengers or Ant-Man.
Of course, Man From U.N.C.L.E. bombed, while Avengers and Ant-Man were mega-hits. The sameness of the Marvel films (and the fact that Daredevil, on television, is somewhat more visually adventurous) suggests deliberation. Marvel could have hired Guy Ritchie to direct one of their properties; they haven’t bothered because they figure boring is best. The direction is meant to be bland, because they figure (rightly or wrongly) that audiences wants superheroes who are bland. We want heroes, apparently, who are not too interesting, or surprising, or exciting. We want superadventures that keep to the superconventions.
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The Myers-Briggs personality test is the internet's sorting hat, beloved of twittering nerds, Tumblr addicts and Facebook oversharers alike (I'm in House ESFP!) But it's also plainly pseudoscientific, with a cultish marketing dimension growing on the back of its online popularity. Merve Emre takes a look at the woman who created it, a life shrouded in mystery, and the custodians selling it now. (more…)
Sean Connery didn't have to grow up with puffy nipples. Still from Zardoz
Let's be clear. As a guy, growing up with puffy nipples sucks.
Everyday before entering the locker room at school during my teenage years, I would pinch my nipples. The left one first, then the right one, and I'd wait until they were both erect before turning around to face people. If the room was cold, I'd have about a minute until my body adjusted to the temperature and my nips set back into place. If the room was warm, about half that time.
When they did relax back into their original form, I'd have to turn away from my peers, quickly swipe my hands across my chest, and then wait until the illusion returned. Of course, this would only work a few times before my body caught onto the trick and my mammary glands stayed permanently puffy. Thus, all of my changing, deodorizing, and general hygiene needed to be done in a short, two-minute window, unless I wanted to be laughed at for having deflated marshmallows on my chest.
The condition I had (and still have to some degree) is called gynecomastia, and it's actually a pretty common trend among young men when going through puberty, although it sometimes persists afterward.
Characterized by the development of breast tissue both in and/or around the nipple, gynecomastia is oftentimes much worse than I had it. For many men with the condition, actual big, honking breasts begin to develop on their chest. For me, I just had a bit of puff in my nips that made me embarrassed to take my shirt off.
The cause of breast development in men really can't be narrowed down to one specific source, but we do know that there are a variety of factors that can contribute to it. These factors, such as high estrogen levels, misuse of anabolic steroids, and long-standing deposits of fat from childhood are all generally considered the most common ways in which the condition develops, but sometimes men develop breasts in mysterious ways.
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In 2013, a study found that German soldiers who performed the time-honored military tradition of slapping a rifle against one's chest during ceremonial drills began to notice breast growth on the side of the chest that was being impacted. Interestingly, the other side stayed normal, suggesting that physical pressure may be able to stimulate breast growth.
The research concluded that the only effective treatment for the soldiers' gynecomastia was breast reduction surgery, but for many men suffering from the embarrassing plight of cream puff-looking nipples or bulging breasts, the idea of being cut open for a largely-cosmetic reason is a hard pill to swallow. It certainly was for me, and it wasn't until very recently that I became comfortable with my nipples being slightly puffy.
Prior to my 18th birthday, I had attempted to cure and cope with my gynecomastia in a number of ways. Growing up as an overweight kid, I figured that starting weightlifting and losing the flub I gained from years of slamming back donuts and Goldfish crackers would be enough to kill my nipple problem for good. After developing an athletic build, I found that, low and behold, I still had loose lumps hanging off my now lean chest that made the average person gawk.
I also tried to fine tune my diet to eliminate phytoestrogens and BPAchemical compounds that have been linked to gynecomastia onset and recurrence. I made a conscious effort to cut out soy products, to eliminate my use of low-quality plastics, and to stop using hygiene products with particles in them. On top of this, I increased my intake of saturated fat and other healthy lipids to encourage balanced hormone production. None of these things helped.
At one point, I become so frustrated with not being able to go to the beach without having a panic attack that I began to research makeshift methods of keeping my nipples erect. One of the methods I found online suggested buying a bottle of liquid bandage and spraying it onto my nipples after they were hard. This, shockingly, did not work and just made me feel like an idiot.
Another method recommended buying a chest binder to hide the outline of the nipples under a t-shirt, but since I didn't have actual breast tissue surrounding my nipple, I felt this was kind of extreme and decided to pass on it. Many sufferers of gynecomastia employ this method, however, even going as far as buying chest-binding compression shirts.
There's also the various environmental and social factors you have to be aware of. For example, if it's cold outside, you're in luck! You can walk around shirtless and not have to worry about your nipples being anything less than diamond-cutting hard. People will genuinely think your nips are just like anyone else's. If it's warm out, thoughlike in that horrible period known as "summer"be prepared to think of a rotating series of excuses as to why you're not stripping down to your swim shorts and diving in the pool like the rest of your friends.
Coping mechanisms aside, I think it's safe to say that any man who has a problem with their breasts is eventually going to consider the idea of surgeryI certainly did and got close to actually going through with it numerous times. After all, not everybody can go on wearing baggy shirts and skipping the beach/pool scene forever, especially when growing up in an age where the fear of missing out is a clinically-defined phobia.
And the statistics show a rise in men who are choosing to slide under the knife. With a 33 percent increase in male breast reduction surgeries being reported by the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery (APAPS) over the past five years, breast reduction in men is becoming more common than ever.
A man with severe gynecomastia. Photo via Wikimedia.
According to Toronto plastic surgeon Dr. Frank Lista, most men he sees come in with the same concerns I've had throughout my lifebeing that of general embarrassment and humiliation. He does add, however, that most men will never achieve the perfect image they're looking for, even with good surgery.
"What emotionally stable. Some people have an emotional overlay that exceeds what can be actually accomplished with the surgery. If somebody says, 'I can't get a job because of this,' or, 'I can't find a girlfriend because of this,' then there is a deeper issue that is probably not going to be resolved, even after surgery."
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The irrational fear that Lista spoke of is something I lived with for a long time. For many years, I was physically unable to complete tasks while wearing a tight shirt. In fact, my wardrobe selection for the day would fundamentally determine how sane I was going to be, and if I wasn't able to find a loose shirt or something to mask the outline of my nipples, I would skip appointments, class, work. Just about anything that would put me in a social situation.
There are some tasks you really can't avoid without stripping down, though. Before getting laid for the first time, I genuinely believed that girls were going to lose their shit, put their clothes back on, and dip once they saw my inflamed chest-danglers. On a number of occasions, I bailed at the last moment or made up excuses as things were getting hot and heavy. When I eventually lost my V-card, the girl I was with asked me why I didn't take my shirt off. I laughed awkwardly and told her I was cold.
As time went on and my condition got less severe (like it does for most men exiting puberty), even the slight puff that was left in my relatively-normal nipples bothered me. I visited plastic surgeons to get consultations and a variety of opinions about how to fix my issue, and I almost always got the same answer: they could operate on me, but it probably wouldn't make the issue better. Lista noted this as a lasting effect on men whose gynecomastia has improved over the years.
"Sometimes people complain about a big nipple rather than a puffy nipple, meaning the sizethe diameter of the areolais big, and that's really hard to fix without a lot of scarring. It might just be something that you have to live with it."
Nowadays, my nipples aren't as bad and I'm generally comfortable with what puff is left. Even so, I still catch myself flicking my nipples once on each side as I enter locker rooms or public pools, and the anxiety that used to accompany taking off my shirt still lingers like a hum at the back of my head.
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Every month your body is bum-rushed with urges to procreate, and what better way to divert those feelings than by laser focusing them on adorably depressing animals. Sure, you might want to have kids someday, but you’ve got a lot of “no kid” living left to do! In the meantime, add these pups to your feed until there are enough sad-eyed “babies” to fill the child-sized hole in your heart.
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Okay seriously, Lobsters are so cute how could anyone eat them. 😻😻😻
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This teeny-tiny rescue is looking for a loving home and apparently a whole new wardrobe! You don’t need a tiny reflection of yourself to dress up; you need a tiny Chihuahua to dress up. At least she has your husband’s beautiful, dark eyes! Close enough.
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These two pups are having a bit of trouble because their dog momma is on pain pills and can’t nurse them. Hey, maybe you could nurse them! With a bottle. We meant with a bottle.
@ILoveFamilyDog
Look at that sweet face! Ahhhh! You don’t even care that she’s deaf. Think of all the noisy bars you’ll take her to where people will find her lil’ quirk endearing. Everyone will want to pet your quirky little baby! Erm, dog. We meant dog.
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Old dogs may be even cuter than puppies! That adorable grey muzzle means he needs someone (some saint like yourself) to care for him through his twilight years. Adopting him would be the merciful, loving choice, and so so so much less of a commitment than a baby. Pumpkin!
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Book idea: a dog named Maddie who stands on things?
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Theron Humphrey’s dog, Maddie, is a rescued coonhound with a great personality and a talent for balancing. She’s traveled all over to promote her aptly named book, Maddie On Things. It’s hard to imagine a more kind, compassionate thing to do for a dog than to get it a book deal.
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Karma is your new favorite pit bull. You followed her journey from being found chained, battered, and dangerously ill to cuddling up with her rescue mommy and daddy. See? You can be a mom to a dog! Motherhood means so much more than birth, so why can’t people open their minds to the possibility of adoption (particularly you adopting) at a distant future time? There’s always time to adopt, right? Right?
It’s clear that any dog can satisfy the maternal feelings you’re having and so much more! Then again, between work and the gym and all the vacations you have planned, who has the time to deal with a dog? Well, you’ll at least throw these rescues a donation every time they make you cry, if you can afford it.
Another delightful collection of obscure country sides from the 50s and 60s with a thematic bent or are just plain weird! Subjects include truckers, unemployment, drugs (including the amazing The Slave by Buck Ritchey), topless bathing suits, murder, the Peace Corps, booze, prison (Prison Gray by Dee Mullins is a great honky tonk song) and more. On the weird side we have Jackie Powers' great but bizarre blues Lonesome Heebie Jeebies and Rocky Foster's version of Mule Skinner Blues which the cover describes as the "most primitive recording ever" which might be a bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one - it sounds like it was performed in someone's bathroom with the microphone in another room! Too bad since it's a pretty good performance. Grandpa Jones does a delightfully improbable cover of Bill Parson's All American Boy and there are lots of other delights in store for you if you enjoy the unusual. (FS)(Roots & Rhythm)
The 10th and, apparently final volume in this excellent series featuring off the wall thematic recordings. This volume has quite a few songs about crime and prison with tracks from Billy Barton, Jimmie Piper, Danny Dill (the grim He's Biding His Time about a prisoner expecting to be murdered by another prisoner), Hoagy Carmichael (yes - the legendary jazz and pop songwriter with a cover of Johnny Cash's I Walk The Line!), Bill Anderson and others. There are songs about drinking (Connie Hall, Doug LaValley), death (Bob Fryfogle), laughing (Yodelin' Shorty) and more oddities. The disc and series end on a low note with an unknown artists doing the Burp Concerto about which the less said the better. (FS)(Roots & Rhythm)
Just when you thought it was safe to re-enter the trailer park here comes another wild and crazy collection - mostly with a rock 'n' roll flavor. Songs deal with subjects like 500 pound canaries, stealing hubcaps, fugitives, aftershave, auctioneers, cockroaches, smoking in bed and more. Artists include Jules Blattner, Bob Lee (a Screamin' Jay Hawkins influenced performer), Bill Royal, The Facets, Junior Jordan, Jerry Foster, Bill Peyton, Hong Kong White Sox (a tasteless version of Alley Oop sung in mock Chinese accent as Cholly Oop), Zip & The Zippers, Dudley (a parody of El Paso called El Pizza), Henry Thome, Senator Bobby & Senator McKinley (Bobby Kennedy and Everett McKinley imitators sing (?) Mellow Yellow) and others. (FS) (Roots & Rhythm)
If you don't have a good recipe for cooking up opossum, or a bail bondsman on speed-dial, then you might not quite understand this collection. Basically this is a gathering of unhinged, uninhibited, and often unlawful Country recordings, the likes of which you probably haven't ever quite experienced before. You get songs about being drunk - Drunk On The Street by Bo Ratliff, Drunk-Drunk-Again by Billy Brown; songs about mental problems - Insane by Katie Lee, unlucky love - Cousin Zeke's Lover Man Minus Sex Appeal; ghosts - Slim O'Mary's Ghost Of Henry Wells; more songs about getting drunk - Luke Gibbons' Queen Of Skid Row; and then a couple tragic tales of motherhood - The Hi-Fi Guys with Rock 'n Roll Killed My Mother, and the title track Please Don't Go Topless Mother by that talented little scamp Troy Hess. You also get a bonus drunk song with an unissued Phillips recording Drunk by J.W. Brown, possibly the oddest and best track on here. If you have some beer that needs crying into, or you need to kill some time waiting for your grandma to get out of prison, than this CD is certainly made for you; the rest of us are just witnesses. (JM) (Roots & Rhythm)Decidimos dar unha volta ao pasado e presente da música galega para dar con algúns dos videoclips máis singulares dos nosos artistas. Cómpre recalcar que o feito de ser ‘raros’ non implica que sexan malos, ao contrario, algúns deles son brillantes e realmente entretidos. Outros, lamentablemente, distan bastante de ser para todos os gustos. Nesta listaxe conformámonos con trece cancións de obrigada lembranza, aínda que son moitas as que quedaron ás portas.
Queda claro que este é un dos grandes temas de Andrés do Barro, aínda que non podemos obviar certos momentos incómodos ao longo do videoclip. A época obrigaba a introducir eses coros do principio que semellan chegados doutra habitación, pero o máis impactante do vídeo son as carreiras por campos de millo ou o perigoso paseo en bici pola praia. E non obviemos eses vertixinosos zoom in-zoom out que se suceden en cada escea. Pero a música de principios dos 70 era así, e Do Barro foi un fito rompedor na nosa música. O gran ye-ye galego, capaz de chegar no noso idioma o número un das listas de todo o país, namorar coas súas letras ou divertir con clásicos populares como Vou a Bueu.
Non é o videoclip oficial, pero é a versión máis potente deste megahit. Juan Pardo, na noite do 24 de xullo de 1988, dirixíase en Compostela a un público tremendamente entregado. Aos berros de “outra, outra!”, o cantante entoou o himno oficioso do Partido Popular de Fraga. “Xuntos!”, e o escenario énchese de persoas en traxe tradicional para acompañar a voz de Juan Pardo. Resulta imposible contar cantas persoas hai aí enriba. Así, non é de estrañar que Fraga arrasase nas eleccións do ano seguinte.
Posiblemente o videoclip máis estrafalario da nosa listaxe e, a súa vez, o máis extraordinario. Antón Reixa fai un exercicio antropolóxico co pobo galego mesturando postmodernidade, folklore e unha divertida homenaxe ao espertar cultural e musical de finais dos oitenta. Unha canción que obriga a erguernos e bailar “tacón, tacón, tacón-punta-tacón”.
Esta canción traumtaizou a Xeración Xabarín co seu ritmo tan esaxeradamente desacougante. Fomos moitos os que cambiabamos rapidamente de canle ou lle quitabamos o son ao televisor, aínda que o tempo acabou poñendo as cousas no seu sitio e Carmiña Vacaloura, para ben ou para mal, é un dos temas máis celebrados do Xabarín.
Durante os anos oitenta e noventa levouse moito o de empregar chromas por detrás. Os Carunchos, malia ser un dos mellores grupos da nosa música, non evitou caer na tentación de facelo no videoclip de Galicia. Aparecen os músicos sobre un mapa do país dividido en comarcas, e arredor o que semella ser o ceo cun sol digno dos Teletubbies por detrás.
“Como lle din? Quin! Como se chama? Quintana! Quintana!”. Inesquecible aquela canción previa as eleccións autonómicas de 2009, que aínda moitos dubidan se era en serio ou en broma. Foi un dos primeiros vídeos en galego virais nas redes, no que o vicepresidente do bipartito aparecía retratado como un auténtico latin lover buscado pola cámara. Poucos atreveranse a dicir que non pronunciaron nunca tan pegadizo refrán.
Non deixamos as cancións políticas. Los Limones recollen a testemuña con esta canción que, dalgún xeito, axudou a que Núñez Feijóo renovase o seu posto na presidencia da Xunta de Galicia. O videoclip é un percorrido polos lugares e monumentos máis salientables do país, e as rimas consonantes de cada verso parecen sacadas dun concurso poético de Primaria. Atención, pregunta. Este verso é de Os da Ría ou de Los Limones: “Veña Galicia, temos pericia, non fai falla malicia”. E tampouco esquezamos o popurrí de tópicos nos versos “manda carallo, botafumeiro”.
Alonso Caxade e a súa banda son unha das propostas máis interesantes da música galega actual. Polo de agora só firmaron A Dança das Moscas, un disco cun son próximo a Beirut ou Manel e con letras transgresoras cargadas de metáforas contra a crise social e política. Un dos temas máis destacados do álbum é Gente Pota, á que Caxade lles “leva o menú” aínda que era “ben mellor mandalos a tomar un vermú”. O videoclip mereceu unha nominación aos Premios Mestre Mateo, aínda que é innegablemente inusual o feito de que os protagonistas leven potas nas súas cabezas.
A fórmula de Das Kapital é absolutamente innovadora na música galega. Baixo o lema ‘Socialismo ou Barbarie’, a voz do Leo mestúrase con sons de fábricas, obras e todo o que nos rodea. O krautrock alemán é o seu referente, e no videoclip de Unidade dan boa proba de todos os seus elementos con imaxes de siderurxias, chemineas e máquinas de demolición. E diciamos que Carmiña Vacaloura era desacougante.
As orquestras do país decidiron, nun momento dado, que estaría ben versionar cancións actuais e subir o vídeo a YouTube. Neste caso foi a cantante Genma Lareo, da popular París de Noia, a que versiona a Miley Cyrus e o seu éxito Wrecking Ball. O resultado distou de ser satisfactorio, non pola voz da solista, senón polo decorado pouco apañado co que decidiron copiar o orixinal.
Si la tradicional reina del squirting en el porno comercial es Cytherea (más por ser una pionera que por hacerlo mejor que otras), en el ámbito...
Cada vez que Oliver Stone habla sube el pan. Es abrir la boca y soltar algún dardo político que da la vuelta al mundo. En la última semana el director de cine ha calificado a Aznar como el perro faldero de George Bush, ha manifestado su deseo de que Putin pase a la acción y ha calificado el mandato de Obama como una continuación del de Bush. Todo eso en la gira de presentación de su libro 'La historia silenciada de EEUU', que también se ha podido ver en formato serie.
A Sitges ha venido a recoger un premio honorífico y no de promoción (aunque se encargó de hablar del libro y mostrarlo cuando podía), por lo que acudió a la clase magistral organizada por el festival con las baterías a medio cargar y con un perfil menos combativo que de costumbre. Stone sonreía y no paraba de tocar su galardón, pero poco a poco la cosa se fue calentando, una cosa llevó a la otra y al final acabó atizando a Obama, a Hollywood y a todo el que pasaba por allí. En una sola pulla fue capaz de justificar que le premiaran en un certamen de terror y fantástico, de hacer campaña y de meter mierda contra EEUU. Genio y figura.
El director fue preguntado por sus labor en el documental, y dejó claro que es una parte de su trabajo que en EEUU no interesa, ya que son películas muy políticas, muchas de ellas centradas en los movimientos revolucionarios en sudamérica o en los gobiernos de Hugo Chávez. “Mis documentales son ignorados por la gente americana, incluso la prensa se reía y hacía bromas sobre ellos, ni siquiera me han invitado a la radio pública para hablar de mi libro”, ha contado Stone.
Un trabajo que surge después de 'W.' su película sobre el presidente Bush, una figura que le fascina, ya que no entiende cómo el pueblo pudo poner a alguien así en la Casa Blanca, quería investigar si realmente así se comporta América, y comenzó a bucear en su pasado: “Las doce horas de mi documental sobre la historia de EEUU sí que son una película de terror”. ZAS. Oliver Stone ha señalado a su país como una potencia imperialista que desde 1890 “apoya a dictadores y crea guerras innecesarias”.
Toda su carrera ha girado en torno a los acontecimientos que marcaron EEUU, desde el atentado de las torres gemelas en 'World Trade Center', a el asesinato de Kennedy en 'JFK', una película que el propio director cree que hizo ver a la gente que “América no es transparenre”. “Actualmente, con Obama, todos los documentos se han vuelto secretos, no podemos saber qué ocurre y la televisión pública es un desastre que te mantienen aun más en la oscuridad”, decía tajante.
La muerte del presidente fue algo que le marcó y cree que cambió todo, desde ese momento se ha sentido fascinado por un país donde reina “el poder, la avaricia y las ganas de dominación”.
También hubo tiempo para hablar de cine y para que Oliver Stone demostrara lo mucho que se quiere. Ni un ápice de autocrítica mostró el realizador al ser preguntado por obras fallidas o por comparaciones con otros directores. Veamos unos cuantos ejemplos. Al ser preguntado por su guion para 'Conan' y sobre los cambios respecto al cómic, Stone se lavó las manos y le pasó la pelota a John Milius, al que, según él, entregó un guión maravilloso de 140 páginas del que cortó lo que le dio la gana y, sobre todo al mítico productor Dino de Laurentiis, al que llamó “estúpido”, porque por buscar el dinero rápido se cargó la posibilidad de crear una auténtica saga sobre el personaje, además se encargó de recordar que tuvo que denunciara a Laurentiis para que le dolviera su guion de 'Platoon' antes de que acabara en un cubo de basura.
Ejemplo 2: 'World Trade Center' es una gran película y si no te gusta es problema tuyo. Eso es lo que dejó caer el director cuando alguien se atrevió a sugerirle que su acercamiento a la tragedia del 11-S no fue el mejor y que quizás algo más cercano a 'JFK' hubiera sido más apropiado. “No puedo vivir de las expectativas de la gente, estoy muy orgulloso del filme, era muy realista. La historia real de dos supervivientes, muy precisa y creo que fue malinterpretada”, palabra de Oliver Stone.
Ejemplo 3: Su trabajo siempre es original y diferente, nada de estar influido por otros maestros. Stone fue preguntado por la cercanía de 'Apocalypse Now' con 'Platoon', y si la obra maestra de Coppola influyó en la suya. El director dejó claro que le encanta el filme de su colega, pero que la suya era singular: “'Apocalypse Now' y 'El Cazador' son poemas, muy buenas películas, pero no son realistas. No muestran a la infantería luchando, ni compasión hacia los civiles que murieron en el conflicto”.
Cosas de un genio que también se atrevió a dar cuatro consejos para hacer un peliculón, aunque asegurando que no hay una fórmula exacta: visión, imaginación, inspiración y que signifique un reto: “Cuando me dicen que algo es imposible me excita”, quizás por eso su próximo trabajo sea sobre la historia de Edward Snowden. Una película que, como su autor, promete dar mucho que hablar.
Un estudio de la Universidad de Clemson en Carolina del Sur realizó una amplia encuesta para comprobar algunos mitos sobre el emparejamiento sexual, sometiendo a 60.000 hombres y mujeres heterosexuales, en las que se especificaba el peso y la altura, cuántas parejas sexuales que habían tenido hasta ahora. El estudio ha sido publicado en la revista Evolutionary Psychology.
Los resultados confirmaron la idea popular de que los hombres altos tienen más éxito sexual que los hombres bajos, pero parece que contradijo ideas fuertemente arraigadas, como que el peso de las mujeres influye decisivamente en su éxito sexual.
Medido el Índice de Masa Corporal (IMC), los hombres que presentaban un rango de peso normal o con sobrepeso arrojaron un porcentaje mayor de parejas sexuales (sobre todo en el caso de los que tenían sobrepeso) que los agrupados en los grupos de obesos y delgados.
En el caso de las mujeres, el IMC no marcó ninguna asociación destacable en el número de parejas sexuales, solo la altura: las más bajitas son las que tenían menos parejas sexuales. Tal y como explica David Frederick, líder del estudio:
La investigación ha demostrado en repetidas ocasiones que las mujeres prefieren a los hombres que son un poco más altos que ellas. Es posible que para la mayoría de las mujeres haya un cierto umbral mínimo de altura, después de lo cual se tendrá en cuenta un hombre como potencial pareja sexual, y por lo tanto los hombres por encima de esa altura van a terminar con un número similar de parejas sexuales.
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Sounds like: deadpan, sing-spoken social commentary over clunky machine beats.See also: 10 electroclash songs that still hold up (in 2012) [Slideshow]
Peak year: 2002
Three notable artists/groups: Chicks on Speed ("Flame On, with Mika Vainio"), Le Tigre ("TGIF"), Peaches ("Diddle My Skittle")
Sounds like: A way-too-turnt, Southern branch of shout-along rap.3. Snap (Snap back to roots, by Sasha Frere-Jones)
Peak year: 2003
Three notable artists/groups: Lil Jon (Bravehearts;Lil Jon;Nas - "Quick To Back Down"), Three 6 Mafia ("Ridin Spinners feat. Lil' Flip"), Crime Mob ("Knuck If You Buck")
Sounds like: Simple hooks, super-sparse production, and, of course, finger snaps.4. Baltimore Club (Standing Still: The Stagnant Life of Baltimore Club by Lawrence Burney)
Peak year: 2006
Three notable artists/groups: D4L ("Laffy Taffy"), Dem Franchize Boys ("Talkin' Out Da Side Of Ya Neck"), K-Rab ("Bubble Gum feat. D4L")
Sounds like: The same five kick patterns, the same five breakbeats, and every sample you could imagine, just more fucked-up and better.5. Balearic Pop ("Happy days are here again," vintage '08 Guardian article on the return of Balearic sounds and new artists)
Peak year: 2007
Three notable artists/groups: Rod Lee ("Come On Baby"), Scottie B. ("You Can Call Me Al with King Tutt"), Blaqstarr ("Shake It to the Ground (Crazy Leg Edit) feat. Rye Rye")
Sounds like: Lush, seaside disco that's equal parts happy and sad.6. Shitgaze (Google auto-translation, original Italian article on "Weird Garage")
Peak year: 2008
Three notable artists/groups: The Tough Alliance ("Neo Violence"), Studio (Out There"), Air France ("No Way Down")
Sounds like: Heavily distorted no-fi guitar rock.7. Chillwave (The Brief History of the Totally Made-Up Chillwave Music Genre, by Dave Shilling)
Peak year: 2009
Three notable artists/groups: Psychedelic Horseshit ("Rather Dull"), No Age ("Fever Dreaming"), Wavves ("No Hope Kids")
Sounds like: A memory of a memory.8. Witch house (The Short Life, Weird Death, and Mild Rebirth of the Witch House Genre, by Sam Hockley-Smith)
Peak year: 2009
Three notable artists/groups: Neon Indian ("Deadbeat Summer"), Washed Out ("Feel Around"), Toro y Moi ("Talamak")
Sounds like: Screwed-up, melancholic, vaguely occultish machine music.9. Jerkin (We're Jerkin' (Starring the New Boyz, J-Hawk and Pink Dollaz), article by Jeff Weiss)
Peak year: 2010
Three notable artists/groups: Salem ("Sick"), oOoOO ("Burnout Eyes"), BL§§D ØUt ("Quill")
Sounds like: Hyper, lo-fi raps for limber-legged teens to dance to.10. Cloud Rap (Don't call it #cloudrap, from Red Bull Music's H∆SHAG$ series of videos)
Peak year: 2010
Three notable artists/groups: The New Boyz ("You're a Jerk"), The Rej3ctz ("I'm Fitted"), Young Sam ("Tool Time")
Sounds like: Taking NyQuil and listening to Hot 97.11. Vaporwave (Vaporwave: A Brief History [of a genre that no one has heard of])
Peak year: 2011
Three notable artists/groups: Main Attrakionz ("Perfect Skies"), Yung Lean ("Lightsaber // Saviour"), Clams Casino ("I'm God")
Sounds like: IMAX sound design, waiting room Muzak, and late techno-capitalism.12. Drill (Chiraq, Drillinois: Guns, Murder, Music, and Understanding, by Tony Delerme)
Peak year: 2012
Three notable artists/groups: James Ferraro ("Sim"), Chuck Person ("Eccojams Vol. 1"), New Dreams Ltd. ("Dedication")
Sounds like: Colonial military music, three centuries later.If you want to browse through more micro-genres and past movements, SPIN's May 2010 issue (Google books preview) features a very short description and key artist/album on the top of a series of pages.
Peak year: 2012
Three notable artists/groups: Chief Keef ("It's A Drill feat. Sasha Go Hard"), King Louie ("My Niggas"), Young Chop ("I Can't Trust a Soul feat. King Rell")
Hello! Welcome to the introductory post of a new blog series on Tor.com, The Wheel of Time Re-read. This is in preparation for the publication of the next and last book in the series, A Memory of Light, which isscheduled to bepublishedthis fall. My name is Leigh Butler, and I'll be your hostess for the festivities. I'm very excited to be a part of this project, and I hope you will enjoy it as well.
1. You don’t need to be doing anything especially exciting or textbook fun to have an amazing time with your boyfriend or girlfriend. Being together is the one and only requirement for having a downright awesome time.
2. Sometimes, in fact, lying in bed together late into the morning and lazing about is the most rewarding way to spend an entire day.
3. Having absolutely no plans is a treat when it means you get to devote every waking minute to loving each other—and while sexual contact is generally welcomed, it’s not necessarily required.
4. Although it does have to be said that you finally understand how mindblowing sex is when you feel truly connected to the person you’re sleeping with.
5. You love the way your significant other smells so much, you roll over to their side of the bed periodically just to sniff their pillow a little.
6. When you’re separated for too many hours, you’ve also been known to bury your face in one of their t-shirts for a comforting whiff.
7. You definitely wear their clothes whenever possible, not because their shirts and jeans look all that good on you, but because you genuinely want to feel closer to them.
8. Certain words have taken on new meaning within your relationship—special, random words dripping in positive context, fond memories, and inside jokes only you two comprehend.
9. You pretty much speak your very own couple’s language, like a pair of secret agents deftly manipulating code to insulate yourselves from outsiders.
10. You routinely decline invitations to set aside room to hang out with each other only because you cherish being alone together.
11. You’re not one to dodge friends, but you don’t feel bad about fibbing to people to preserve your special time with your significant other because that’s what keeps you going.
12. Being with your partner is like bathing in tranquility, relief, safety, love, and comfort. You never grow tired of it, even when you fight.
13. Fighting is part of your ongoing narrative because it’s inevitable within a relationship. But you can always see a glimmer of peace on the horizon when you’re in the thick of a nasty exchange.
14. You consult you partner on almost all matters, from what to wear to an important meeting to how you should word a critical email and whether or not you should eat grilled cheese or chicken for dinner.
15. Your partner’s opinion means a lot to you and taking their input into consideration never feels like a sacrifice of self. It feels right.
16. You approach certain simple tasks differently since the time you first started dating—maybe you use an electric toothbrush now, or you wash with an exfoliating glove instead of a loofa—because you want to do things their way.
17. Over the months or years, you’ve quietly observed each other’s habits and tapped the best from both your worlds, making for one stronger unit overall.
18. One of you definitely started eating better or exercising more thanks to the other.
19. Suddenly, your health and longevity matter in an entirely new way—you want to stick around mostly because you don’t want to miss out on any time with your lover.
20. Your friends and family have noted that your partner makes you insanely happy, and that your attitude overall has improved significantly since you got together.
21. When you sense that someone’s envious of your bond, you downplay your relationship out of kindness and good manners, but secretly you know they have reason to be jealous.
22. Any doubts you once entertained about finding the right person have completely evaporated.
23. You don’t consider yourself half of a couple. You’re part of a team. A dual human unit that does life better together than separately. 
For months, fans of Oscar-winning filmmakers Joel and Ethan Coen — so, really, fans of movies in general — have been wondering, with great anticipation, just what the pair's upcoming Hail, Caesar! is all about. It's been teased as a musical comedy, but not really, a period piece about "religion and faith," but also the movie business.
Various combinations of those qualities could apply to any Coen brothers film. The pair is known for black comedies that push the edge of what can be considered "comedy," while still delivering laugh-out-loud moments. They frequently dip into period pieces, and "religion and faith" are common themes throughout their filmography. The pair's breakout hit, Barton Fink, is set in the same 1940s Hollywood milieu as Hail, Caesar, and their last film, Inside Llewyn Davis, could also fit the description of "a musical comedy, but not really."
Based on its first trailer, Hail, Caesar! already seems like it might be the most Coen-y Coen brothers movie in a long time.
The Coens are working once more with go-to composer, Carter Burwell, and main cinematographer, Roger Deakins. And the star-studded cast includes several actors who are part of the pair's rotating cast of featured players, including George Clooney, Frances McDormand, and Josh Brolin.
But beyond all those Coen credentials, Hail, Caesar! just looks fun, with screwball and deadpan humor dancing side by side, deft satire, noir inflections, and outsized characters. The only Coen hallmark missing from the trailer is a jolt of sudden, bloody violence — which, going by the tone of this trailer, wouldn't seem completely out of place in the film itself. We'll have to wait until February 5, 2016 to know for sure.
But in the meantime, let's take the opportunity to really study this trailer, and see how it reflects the Coens' established interests. There's no mistaking this as the work of any other filmmakers.
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Coen characters are often proud, arrogant, yet dim-witted men who don't realize what shmucks they truly are. (Think: Barton Fink, Llewyn Davis, O Brother, Where Art Thou?'s Everett.) The sin of pride is one of the filmmakers' preferred themes, and it looks like Josh Brolin's Eddie Mannix, a Hollywood "fixer" — in charge of keeping the studio and its stars free of controversy — will be Hail, Caeser!'s vessel for that theme.
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Kidnapping and blackmail are plot points in many, many Coen films, including Blood Simple, Fargo, Raising Arizona, The Big Lebowski, and Burn After Reading, among (many) others. Hail, Caesar! follows Mannix's attempts to find out what happened to Baird Whitlock (George Clooney), the missing star of the studio's big-budget period movie.
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Perhaps the only theme the Coens hit harder than pride is greed, and how it can cause characters to abandon their moral codes. In fact, it's hard to think of a Coen brothers film that doesn't address greed in some way or another. It doesn't seem like that will be the main theme of Hail, Caesar, but anytime there's a briefcase of money involved, you can be sure someone's morals are getting compromised.
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The Coens have never been shy about expressing their film-noir influences, going all the way back to their debut, Blood Simple. Many of their films could be called neo-noir, or at least hearken back to the genre's 1940s and '50s prime in some way or another. Hail, Caesar! looks to go all-in on hardboiled crime, right down to the shadowy offices and men in trench coats and hats.
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The Coens have done straight comedy (Raising Arizona) and straight drama (their Oscar-winning No Country For Old Men), but most of their films exist in a middle ground between the two, incorporating slapstick and screwball elements into a darker story. As has often been the case with his Coen collaborations, George Clooney looks to be Hail, Caesar's resident screwball, cavorting through the entire movie in Roman Emperor garb and a haircut that feels like a direct callback to his ER days.
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The Coens clearly love language. Their florid scripts are frequently adorned with subtle wordplay and inspired turns of phrase. This attention to language extends to the most minor of details, like the clapper featuring the name of director "Laurence Laurentz."
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The Coens love a good dream or fantasy sequence. And Hail, Caesar's Hollywood milieu offers plenty of opportunities for production numbers of some sort. The glimpses we see of Scarlett Johansson's Esther Williams-esque starring role nod toward one of the Coens' most beloved fantasy sequences, The Big Lebowski's "Just Dropped In."
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One of the ongoing pleasures of being a Coen brothers fan is seeking out the references and callbacks they leave in their work for fans to find and scrutinize. Whether or not it's intentional on the Coens' part, fans of their Intolerable Cruelty probably recognized this shot as an homage to Miles Massey, Clooney's pearly-whites-obsessed character in that 2003 film.
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Okay, admittedly, this has nothing to do with the Coens. But look at it. It's glorious. Is it February 5 yet?
Those whackos at Trailer-Park are back with another thematic collection subtitled "Last Kiss Of The Drunken Driver" it's a collection of 50s/ early 60s songs about suicide, drunks, car wrecks, dead teenagers and funerals. Two of the most popular songs in the genre were Last Kiss and Endless Sleep and those two songs are here but in cover versions by Wayne Cochran and Lee Kram respectively. And if you think those are grim wait until you hear Susie Forgive Me by Kenny Karen - a delightful tale about a boy who injures his girl friend in a car accident and then gets shot by the cops while robbing a store to get money for her surgery. More delights include Two Hour Honeymoon by Paul Hampton, Jimmy Cross's truly sick I Want My Baby Back, The Grave by Tony Casanova and more from Honey May, Cliff Gleaves, Benny Joy, Don Bailey, Terry Tyler and others. About the only familiar track is Buddy Knox's great I Think I'm Gonna Kill Myself - he sounds so cheerful at the prospect. Get out your handkerchiefs before listening to this one. (FS) (Roots & Rhythm)
Just when you think that all of the odd, wild and obscure nuggets have been unearthed from the Rock 'n' Roll and Country mine, you get a collection like this with all kinds of crazy diamonds. I personally think that there is a compound somewhere in the Ozark Mountains where they have a bunch of wild-eyed southern boys holed up, fed a steady diet of moonshine and cheeseburgers, with nothing but vintage Grand Ole' Opry broadcasts, Sun Records 45s, and Ed Wood movies for entertainment. At this compound they are given cheap guitars, stand-up basses, and two-piece drum kits and encouraged to record all these wild tracks, which are then made to look like rare old records that nobody has ever heard of... That's my conspiracy theory, and there are plenty more on this collection for you to enjoy. Tackling so many of the pressing issues of the day like: Puberty - (Cowboy) Jack Clement My Voice Is Changing; inter-racial adoption - Johnny Starr Little Brown Baby; government conspiracies - The Space Walkers - Swamp Gas; drug addiction - Margie Singleton - Jesus is My Pusher; and so on. Also possibly the most unsung issue, the one of women wearing other women's hair, thankfully tackled here by Bud & Darlene Chambers in The Wig Song, with the phenomenal line "When a woman wears another woman's hair, you can't hardly tell who they 'air" (sic). You get songs about John Wayne, the Devil, monsters, and even one Sitar Pickin' Man. There're also two great alligator songs: Bobby Hodge's Alligator Man, which celebrates the great alligator hunters of the south, and Johnny Ray Harris's Alligator Meat, which celebrates the fruits of that labor. Aside from Swamp Gas, and Hank Hill (from the show King Of The Hill) doing Red Sovine's Teddy Bear, I can't say as I have ever heard many of the tracks here--and this kinda stuff is what I love! I have made a point of hunting down collections like these for the last 20 years or so. If you like it weird, if obscure Rock 'n' Roll, and Country music, Wrastlin' and b-movies are what you call high-culture, then you won't want to miss this one. (JM) (Roots & Rhythm)
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Our wild and crazy friends at the trailer park are at it again. This time they have turned their attention to the "hippy revolution" of the 1960s with 31 (mostly country) songs dealing with hippies and all that word implies including long hair, love-ins, marijuana, LSD, protesting and more. If you though that Merle Haggard's Okie From Muskogie was pretty scathing stuff, wait until you hear Place For Them Called Hell by Smokey Harless. No collection of hippie songs would be complete without Red RIver Dave's amazing account of the Manson murders - The California Hippie Murders and we also get Hippie In A Blunder by Johnny Bucket, Barber Hair Blues by Wayne Satkamp and Chesney Carroll's tongue in cheek response to Merle Hippie From Mississippi. Autry Inman is here with two ultra patriotic songs The Ballad Of two Brothers and Vietnam Blues, Don Hinson pokes fun at The Protest Singer, Don Bowman fills us in on The San Francisco Scene and Lester Flatt Can't Tell The Boys From The Girls. More songs - serious and comical from Guy Drake, Wild Bill Cooksy, Ben Colder, Wendell Austin and more. The only slightly out of place song is The Evil Dope by Phil Phillips which is about drug use in the hood but it's such an all time classic that if you don't already have it is worth the price of admission. No notes but you'd probably be too stoned to read 'em anyway! (FS) (Roots & Rhythm)The idea behind the TouchArcade Game of the Week is that every Friday afternoon we post the one game that came out this week that we think is worth giving a special nod to. Now, before anyone goes over-thinking this, it doesn't necessarily mean our Game of the Week pick is the highest scoring game in a review, the game with the best graphics, or really any other quantifiable "best" thing. Instead, it's more just us picking out the single game out of the week's releases that we think is the most noteworthy, surprising, interesting, or really any other hard to describe quality that makes it worth having if you were just going to pick up one.
These picks might be controversial, and that's OK. If you disagree with what we've chosen, let's try to use the comments of these articles to have conversations about what game is your game of the week and why.
Without further ado…
It's always cool to see games that were big deals on other platforms make their way to iOS. They always serve as a great way to show that, hey, mobile gaming is a 'real' gaming platform, that it can run the same great games that everyone else enjoys, along with a ton of exclusive games that work just. 2012's great Metroidvania, Dust: An Elysian Tail [$5.99], is one of those examples, and while it's a bit delayed coming to mobile, it's still fantastic, and it's our game of the week.
If you've never played it, Dust is an absolutely gorgeous game. The animations are top-shelf, the kind of quality you don't necessarily expect from an indie game where budgets are limited, but still just the level of quality on display here is absurdly high. This is a game that runs on the Xbox 360, sure, but given the production quality here, it definitely shows off what iOS devices can do well.
Bringing a controller-based game to mobile is difficult, but the folks at Humble Hearts did a good enough job at bringing it to mobile. There's just four face buttons to control the main action, but they're sizable enough that they're quite usable. The swipes and drags to move make perfect sense, and the dashing is cleverly implemented, by swiping fast and letting go. It'd be interesting to see 3D Touch perhaps used for this sort of thing at some point. Pretty much the only thing missing is MFi controller support, but you can customize pretty much everything about the touch controls. Also, they put in cloud saving, and that makes up for a lot in my book.
But really, the big reason to care about Dust: An Elysian Tail? You get a Metroidvania adventure that doesn't skimp on the combat at all. You get a ton of options and combos at your disposal to fight enemies with, knocking them in the air and smacking them about, while using Fidget's projectiles and the Dust Storm to wreak havoc all over the place. At its best, combat is a gloriously chaotic mix that you're in complete control of, dealing damage to dozens of enemies at once. And it looks gorgeous with all the effects on screen at once.
And with Dust, you get a game that will last you a very long time – 9 or 10 hours for the main quest with plenty of extras to find and discover. It is a Metroidvania, afterall, albeit one where you can grind to get more experience for your character in. But hey, that's how it was in Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, and this is comparable to that with more God of War-style combat, and how does that not sound like a game you want to play? Plus, you're getting the game for two-fifths of what it is normally on PC. Enjoy it, mobile gamers. You have to wait, but the weird mobile gaming market gives you some killer bargains on some killer games.
Plus, seriously, this game has to be seen in motion. It's absolutely stunning to see all the effects in action that you have control over unleashing.
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The trailer for Joel and Ethan Coen’s next movie, Hail Caesar!, has finally arrived, and it looks pretty great! Well, if you get past the whole thing about it not appearing to star any people of color.
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An official description for the very white film reads:
[Hail, Caesar! is] an all-star comedy set during the latter years of Hollywood’s Golden Age. Starring Josh Brolin, George Clooney, Ralph Fiennes, Tilda Swinton, Channing Tatum, Scarlett Johansson, Jonah Hill and Frances McDormand, Hail, Caesar! follows a single day in the life of a studio fixer who is presented with plenty of problems to fix.
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That the Coens released a movie that stars exclusively white people should surprise no one, as they’ve been doing it for literally decades, but it’s still a little surprising to see a cast list like this for a movie being released in 2016:
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I give the transgression of white people making a movie filled with white people for other white people who then act “simple”* when called out for their whiteness four problematics.
*The use of the word “simple” is a bit othering of those who are actually simple, tbh—are we now cool with making fun of those who lack intellectual capabilities that those with smart privilege have?—but I’ll allow it because white people like to feign simplicity in order to continue propagating their whiteness, a very white trait.
Disney's Star Wars Rebels: Recon Missions [Free] was a lot like the show – actually really, really good! Seriously, watch the show, it's amazing. The TV movie that sets up season 2, "The Siege of Lothal," which aired a few months ago, has Darth Vader in it, voiced by James Earl Jones himself. Now, with the second season about to premiere on Wednesday (Just a warning: Disney XD's airing schedules are baffling – I'm pretty sure season 2 of Gravity Falls began before I was born), the game based on the show is getting an update with new content, available today.
This update gets its Twi'lek on, as Hera is now a playable character, along with Ahsoka, who you may remember from Star Wars: The Clone Wars. You can now play in a pair of new ice levels, infiltrating an Imperial fortress. New quests that help out the Haven you're building are availalble. Plus, the character upgrade tree has been revamped. All solid additions to a fun game based on a great Star Wars show.
