Showing posts with label peter jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peter jackson. Show all posts

Friday, January 9, 2015

WORD OF THE DAY! 1/9/15!


genesis [jen-uh-seez]
noun
1. An origin, creation, or beginning.

EX. The creation story and complimentary lore of J R R Tolkein's Middle Earth universe is an interesting read from genesis to prophecy.

After watching the last Hobbit film in the trilogy (and no, of course we didn't need a trilogy of Hobbit films but money and ego often overtake common sense), the Battle of Five Armies and having spent the last couple of weeks playing Shadow of Mordor, my friends and I have been spent a good bit of time talking about all the lore. In fact, the meal we had after the Battle of Five Armies was spent with feverish debate, discussion, and lecture about the books and intent of Tolkein's works in comparison to the film.


On a small side note, I would happily pay ten bucks to spend three hours in Peter Jackson's Middle Earth any day BUT I did feel Battle of Five Armies was the weakest film of the far weaker trilogy in the Lord of the Rings film canon. Let me expand the side note to point out the following strong-suits and issues: Thorin's story was much better fleshed out and there were a lot of great action moments but cartoonish CG and character designs, terrible writing and cliche dialogue, and a severely lackluster "Battle of Five Armies" really disappointed me. The worst part of the film, hands down, was the inclusion of the Master of Laketown's assistant Alfrid Lickspittle.


Alfrid Lickspittle is worse than Jar Jar Binks. I think he has more scenes and dialogue than any other character AND he is a one-note wiener that made the audience audibly groan every time he showed up on screen.

Anyway, the Lord of the Rings lore stuff is actually pretty interesting, especially if you're into world-building and, iff you wanna see more of the art at the header of this brief article, check out the link below:

SCI-FI FANTASY FRIDAY! WORD OF THE DAY! 1/10/14! 

Friday, November 14, 2014

WORD OF THE DAY! 11/14/14!


pitched battle [pitcht-bat-uhl]
noun
1. A battle in which the orderly arrangement of armed forces and the location have been predetermined.
2. An encounter in which the antagonists are completely and intensely engaged:
EX. Are you guys ready for the pitched battle over the box office this Christmas season? Wait. What do you mean that the outcome is predetermined because it is third installment of a trilogy of blockbuster films? Oh. Right.

Anywho, I'm gonna go see this movie. And might even cry.

"LEAVE SAURON TO ME!"

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

WORD OF THE DAY! 4/10/13!

self-inflicted agoraphobia [self-in-flik-tid-uh-gohr-uh-foh-bee-uh]
noun
1. A popular affliction of the modern times where a person chooses to stay inside with the electronic comfort of air conditioning, television, video games, and internet. This affliction rarely has anything to do with fear but, when it does, it has more to do with social phobias than actual fear of wide open spaces or crowds.

EX. Thanks to the conveniences of modern technology and the ability to work from home/order all supplies online, more and more people are finding themselves victims of self-inflicted agoraphobia for days, weeks, and months on end. Heck, I went a few weeks without leaving the house in the winter, perhaps only stepping outside onto the porch. Luckily, in warmer months, I find it a lot easier to keep my self-inflicted agoraphobia in check, but have to take allergies into account (currently, I'm suffering from a sore throat and headache after spending thirty minutes cleaning the pool yesterday).

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

WORD OF THE DAY! 7/10/12.

antiperspirant [an-ti-pur-sper-uhnt]
noun
1. An astringent preparation for reducing perspiration, usually containing aluminum or zirconium and used to prevent body odor and clothing stains.

EX. I hate to admit, as an experience D & D player who played the same dwarf character for several years, that dwarves would probably need antiperspirant and lots of it on their hairy little bodies. I don't think my dwarf ever took off his armor to even go to sleep, so he was wearing the same clothes for weeks at a time, and probably smelt like the stinkiest of humble Bumble Bootsbanes; and a very smelly dwarf-pope.