Several species of large unfurry animals
Apr. 11th, 2010 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThere was more in common with HTTYD, which we saw last night, and the latest Who ep, which aired last night, than I would have expected.
Once it became obvious that this starship was in, or on, or somehow involved, some sort of Rather Obviously Large Living Creature(s), the images of dragons from last night's movie raced pretty quickly back. Mostly, images of slimy appendages and burning teeth. In the end, both traded on the rather monumental ability of the human species to misunderstand the intentions of anything not exactly the same as themselves. (That goes for intra-species as well as inter-species contact, as the fabulous satire of the political process in FORGET/PROTEST made clear.)
Yet, even if that connection was a totally unintended one (and I even wonder about that, since David Tennant was quite involved in the Train Your Dragon project), there were far more in the mix. As soon as Eleven and Amy wound up at the bottom of the lift pit, the echoing of the Star Wars garbage room scene was about all I could hear in me head. (More so, moments later, when they came out with the "Help meObi-Wan Kenobi Doctor you're our only hope" line.)
Also speaking of Star Wars and crossovers, when I see a time travel show heading into lands of real live historical figures, as next week's promises to, I find myself saying, "I've got a bad feeling about this." Or "Oh Boy."
ETA.Then again, it's pretty clear that Pope Benedict has a FORGET/ABDICATE button in his crib, too- and it's equally clear which one he's pushed:P
That all said, I was a total sucker for the world on the back of the whale (echoes of either Pratchett with the elephants, or DNA and his sperm-whale-bowl-of-petunias imagery? Anyone? Bueller?), and with the way it/the world reacted when the torture finally ended. I missed the crack that everyone else seems to be going on about, but I'll be paying closer attention once we get down into the cabinet war rooms next time.
One extra funny from our post-movie dessert last night. Dragon introduces its protagonist, named Hiccup, explaining that his name is typical Viking in the sense of More scary or disgusting = More frightening to dragons. So it goes for most of the cast, given names such as Snoutlout, Fishlegs, Frog, and the far-flung Isles of Langerhans. (Okay, I, or rather the Firesign Theater, made those last two up.) Yet the female lead is given the far more pleasant moniker of "Astrid." That led to the following conversation:
Me: If they were going to be consistent with the premise, shouldn't they have gone with something uglier, more guttural?
Emily: Like what?
Me: I don't know.... like "Cramp."
Emily: ::melts parent's cerebrum with two eyelasers to the back of the skull::
Cameron: I didn't get what her name was at first. I thought it was something, yeah, more like that.
Emily: Like what?
Cameron: Like....
...Ass-turd.
Entire table: ::loses it::
Now THAT's something I definitely don't want to
Once it became obvious that this starship was in, or on, or somehow involved, some sort of Rather Obviously Large Living Creature(s), the images of dragons from last night's movie raced pretty quickly back. Mostly, images of slimy appendages and burning teeth. In the end, both traded on the rather monumental ability of the human species to misunderstand the intentions of anything not exactly the same as themselves. (That goes for intra-species as well as inter-species contact, as the fabulous satire of the political process in FORGET/PROTEST made clear.)
Yet, even if that connection was a totally unintended one (and I even wonder about that, since David Tennant was quite involved in the Train Your Dragon project), there were far more in the mix. As soon as Eleven and Amy wound up at the bottom of the lift pit, the echoing of the Star Wars garbage room scene was about all I could hear in me head. (More so, moments later, when they came out with the "Help me
Also speaking of Star Wars and crossovers, when I see a time travel show heading into lands of real live historical figures, as next week's promises to, I find myself saying, "I've got a bad feeling about this." Or "Oh Boy."
ETA.Then again, it's pretty clear that Pope Benedict has a FORGET/ABDICATE button in his crib, too- and it's equally clear which one he's pushed:P
That all said, I was a total sucker for the world on the back of the whale (echoes of either Pratchett with the elephants, or DNA and his sperm-whale-bowl-of-petunias imagery? Anyone? Bueller?), and with the way it/the world reacted when the torture finally ended. I missed the crack that everyone else seems to be going on about, but I'll be paying closer attention once we get down into the cabinet war rooms next time.
One extra funny from our post-movie dessert last night. Dragon introduces its protagonist, named Hiccup, explaining that his name is typical Viking in the sense of More scary or disgusting = More frightening to dragons. So it goes for most of the cast, given names such as Snoutlout, Fishlegs, Frog, and the far-flung Isles of Langerhans. (Okay, I, or rather the Firesign Theater, made those last two up.) Yet the female lead is given the far more pleasant moniker of "Astrid." That led to the following conversation:
Me: If they were going to be consistent with the premise, shouldn't they have gone with something uglier, more guttural?
Emily: Like what?
Me: I don't know.... like "Cramp."
Emily: ::melts parent's cerebrum with two eyelasers to the back of the skull::
Cameron: I didn't get what her name was at first. I thought it was something, yeah, more like that.
Emily: Like what?
Cameron: Like....
...Ass-turd.
Entire table: ::loses it::
Now THAT's something I definitely don't want to