Sam Levinson you fucking hack fraud. LEGO is a brand. They make bricks, sets, and minifigs (that’s lingo for minifigures). When describing them as a collective noun, the plural is simply LEGO.
“That’s a cool LEGO collection”.
“I love building LEGO sets”.
“Sorry, Lord. LEGO is too expensive to buy regularly. You can only get your favorite toy ever once a year on fucking Christmas”.
I understand the overwhelming urge to say “legos”. I used to be in that position…
“He built all of me. Except my core, that’s mine.”
“And did you tell her who you built that body for?”
“This body… it has the power I need. I feel a connection to it I can’t explain. This could be who I am.”
“Your core was designed to interface with this type of body.”
“And that’s why I will never unite you with this body”
“It’s the adaptive technology of the Berserker body. The shell is reconfiguring to her…
The magic of Miyazaki’s worlds works on multiple levels. Yubaba’s telephone is a chattering skull; Zeniba’s sentient lamppost pogos around on a single hand; paper spies, soot slaves, and spirit trains complete with neon ghost billboards. But, also, Haku convinces a diddering, unmoored Chihiro to eat by lying, telling her he put a spell on the food that will return her strength to her. (Silly Chihiro, that’s what food does.) While the narrative density of the film—the ever-changing nature of…
Elemental. It'll be hard not to think about this one every time I hear the wind blow. Half Sloop John B, half 'Til I Die.
Sofia Coppola you fucking weirdo.
I was really looking forward to this.
Lost In Translation takes a look at a blossoming love affair between 2 Americans isolated in Japan. My problem with this is that I found the depiction of Japan and of Japanese people by the film to be, how do I say, dogshit. Like half of the film's runtime is Bill Murray making fun of the fact that the Japanese people don't have perfect English pronunciation while completely…
