Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
I want a Teddy. I’m not even asking for a Jude Law bot, just a Teddy. I was recently writing about wanting a Little Bear to marry, so, well, it makes sense that I would now want a Teddy. A little furry thing with a well-meaning deep voice, that only says the essential, no chatter, I want one. And that’s all I have to say, nothing more profound than this, because the movie is superb and there’s not much to be commented. Spielberg’s still good, isn’t he. Well, of course, just like everybody else, I think the movie could do without the final
…when I read spoilers about the movie’s ending (and I’m not sure if anyone on Earth has been able to avoid them), I expected something horribly silly, with the aliens making David really human (after all, why wouldn’t they). Instead, the little robot ends up in an alien laboratory and they offer him a clone of his mother that can’t last 24 hours: how dit that get to be qualified as a happy ending betraying Kubrick?
However, I was wondering, who designed the aliens? They suck.
I could almost feel the urge to listen to the Lara Fabian theme song now, but I’m pretty sure I can resist it, I’ll be alright.