A weekend of epic zombie proportions....
Sep. 13th, 2004 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenWow. I mean, really WOW! Resident Evil: Apocalypse was both awesome and fannish, which is not easy to do. I guess it helps that the games have so much to work with in the first place. I know I couldn't spot as many game-to-film sequences as Q, but I got enough to be giddy as hell and, now, determined to play the rest of the series through. I need to get the remake for the game cube from like Blockbuster (unless anyone has!?), so I can play it with pretty animation.
First off, Jill Valentine was awesome. The girl reminded me a little of Parker Posey, which is a BAD thing, but beyond that resemblance, there was nothing. Sienna Gilroy, the actress, was awesome awesome awesome and held her own against Milla, the movie's heroine and main character, and she didn't look like she was just more fan service. Wait, let me rephrase. Including Jill is the definition of fan service, since she's the heroine of the first game (along with Chris, I guess, who never had the ability to hold enough items to make him worth playing for me). It's just that Jill in the movie had her "appeal to anything with testicles" aspect, but she was just cool enough, bitchy enough, and kickass enough to make up for it.
Speaking of kickass, NEMESIS. I only know a very little about it, seeing as I've not played the game it features in, but it really doesn't matter. The fact that he was in the movie, that he got to show off them big ass guns and take out all the S.T.A.R.S. at that one point--god that was comedy gold--was brilliant. AND HE SAID "STAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRS" in the most gutteral way imaginable, which made me shiver with joy. What was also clever was getting around requiring Mr. Greenpeace to actually play Nemesis. Instead, they made the connection via flashbacks and that was enough, maybe even too much. Whatever, I think Mr. Greenpeace was earnest-cute enough for what he did in the first film, but the actor would have had a hard time playing Nemesis for the sheer fact that I think having him do it would have made the writers attempt to have the creature speak more and emote, which is not what I want in my zombie monsters, thank you.
Well, except for some zombie monsters, that is. Turns out that the Red Queen's real-life counterpart and Milla are both zombies...sort of. Which was interesting more on the little girl's part than on Milla's. Don't stone me or anything, but Milla being superhuman wasn't exactly a surprise, but the little girl's connecting was a lot more...tender? I like that there was actually some good to the T-virus: it helped her be a normal little girl. And, apparently, evade her undead classmates' attention (maybe the T-virus gives zombies T-virus radar: anything moving that isn't infected gets ate). It made the creator of the T-virus more sympathetic, rather than just making all of Umbrella like the bastard running the circus.
Oh, and Milla kicked ass, duh. Especially at the end. That cutesy little smile she made at the security guard before she started frying his brain? Priceless. Jill returning in that black outfit? Hotter than the slut-skirt and whore-tube top. And the Mummy guy? Sheesh, does he clean up good. Put that man in a suit and you can see why he was the original gigalo in Deuce Bigalo. I'd be more appreciative, but I'm still pissed they killed off Dave Titus, aka 'Nicolai' Russian-something. My sister and I used to love the show Titus and finding out Dave was going to be in this was very exciting. But I mourn for Dave aka Nicolai. He was a fun expendable character (and thank you, Oded Fehr, for saying they were all expendable! Someone had to!)--unlike the other expendables: the other S.T.A.R.S. guy who bit Mummy Guy (no reason for it, really, never went anywhere with him being infected), Jill's expendable partner (who also came back just to shake her up, I guess), the TV personality (who's camera work was going to debunk the whole thing but whose camera obviously had more brains than she did). Alas, poor Dave, we hardly knew ye.
I might just mention that I've learned my lesson about careless enjoyment of movies. Movies and the excitement they induce are actually dangerous. I was skipping and tripped, scraping up my knee like I hadn't done since I was a stupid punk kid (versus a stupid punk semi-adult) as a result. It's still not fully closed over, which is a bitch 'cause stuff keeps brushing against me. Damn it.
Ooh, I also got to see The Bourne Supremacy this weekend, which was really hot. At one point, my friend Heddy turned to me and said just that: "That was really hot!" I could have done without the shaky camera work alllll the time because it made it hard to follow the action some of the time (a lot of the time, really). But Matt Damon as Jason Bourne is sex walking and killing, which is AYYYYY to me. I wonder how they'll set up the third film, seeing as I think they used the plot from the third book for this one (where Bourne is framed--though that featured in the first book, too--maybe it's time I read the second two books). Either way, I loved it because it felt so real. Matt Damon wasn't the most romantic lead ever, but his pain--emotional and physical--was so real. He wasn't invincible. He'd go from spying on the CIA guys who think they're going to catch him to being chased and almost caught by a bunch of rent-a-cops in Berlin to kidnapping CIA operatives and breaking into their hotel rooms only to be blindsided and shot by the bad guy while trying to make an escape. Bourne isn't a superhero. He laments killing, but still he kills when his justice requires it, and he's often mad enough to kill and willing to take out his pain on others. He's not a nice guy by any stretch, but he is decent in most respects. Mostly, he's intense as hell, and that kind of brooding, violent-when-necessary, silent type is just the kind of man I swoon for all the time. So, needless to say, I have renewed my crush on Matt Damon.
I got to meet my sister's ex-roommate's husband this weekend when I went home (heh, sounds like Spaceballs: I am you father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate!), and my sister and her fiance as well, which is always good. I really like my future brother-in-law. He's a geek, a movie geek, too, which means he speaks my language, and we can banter pretty good. Taking them to the airport was arduous as hell--we left before 3, got there around 5, I got back to the apartment around 6:30--thanks to the traffic from god-knows-what and the Holland Tunnel blowing goat chunks (hee, Jotham says that a lot, it's funny). Most importantly, I got the scroll I needed to make my sister's and Jotham's wedding present, so I got started on it yesterday. I did about, mmm, 5-6 hours of work, for not very much output, which makes me worry about getting it done by March. The good news is that the pattern calls for mixing thread colors and the mixes are very homogenous, as in if you look at the stitches they don't look (at least not without severe inspection) to be different colors. I can't wait to get home and do more. It's going to be sooooo gorgeous. Whoever said it would be hard to give away is right. That's why you give it to family. That way it doesn't go far.
First off, Jill Valentine was awesome. The girl reminded me a little of Parker Posey, which is a BAD thing, but beyond that resemblance, there was nothing. Sienna Gilroy, the actress, was awesome awesome awesome and held her own against Milla, the movie's heroine and main character, and she didn't look like she was just more fan service. Wait, let me rephrase. Including Jill is the definition of fan service, since she's the heroine of the first game (along with Chris, I guess, who never had the ability to hold enough items to make him worth playing for me). It's just that Jill in the movie had her "appeal to anything with testicles" aspect, but she was just cool enough, bitchy enough, and kickass enough to make up for it.
Speaking of kickass, NEMESIS. I only know a very little about it, seeing as I've not played the game it features in, but it really doesn't matter. The fact that he was in the movie, that he got to show off them big ass guns and take out all the S.T.A.R.S. at that one point--god that was comedy gold--was brilliant. AND HE SAID "STAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRS" in the most gutteral way imaginable, which made me shiver with joy. What was also clever was getting around requiring Mr. Greenpeace to actually play Nemesis. Instead, they made the connection via flashbacks and that was enough, maybe even too much. Whatever, I think Mr. Greenpeace was earnest-cute enough for what he did in the first film, but the actor would have had a hard time playing Nemesis for the sheer fact that I think having him do it would have made the writers attempt to have the creature speak more and emote, which is not what I want in my zombie monsters, thank you.
Well, except for some zombie monsters, that is. Turns out that the Red Queen's real-life counterpart and Milla are both zombies...sort of. Which was interesting more on the little girl's part than on Milla's. Don't stone me or anything, but Milla being superhuman wasn't exactly a surprise, but the little girl's connecting was a lot more...tender? I like that there was actually some good to the T-virus: it helped her be a normal little girl. And, apparently, evade her undead classmates' attention (maybe the T-virus gives zombies T-virus radar: anything moving that isn't infected gets ate). It made the creator of the T-virus more sympathetic, rather than just making all of Umbrella like the bastard running the circus.
Oh, and Milla kicked ass, duh. Especially at the end. That cutesy little smile she made at the security guard before she started frying his brain? Priceless. Jill returning in that black outfit? Hotter than the slut-skirt and whore-tube top. And the Mummy guy? Sheesh, does he clean up good. Put that man in a suit and you can see why he was the original gigalo in Deuce Bigalo. I'd be more appreciative, but I'm still pissed they killed off Dave Titus, aka 'Nicolai' Russian-something. My sister and I used to love the show Titus and finding out Dave was going to be in this was very exciting. But I mourn for Dave aka Nicolai. He was a fun expendable character (and thank you, Oded Fehr, for saying they were all expendable! Someone had to!)--unlike the other expendables: the other S.T.A.R.S. guy who bit Mummy Guy (no reason for it, really, never went anywhere with him being infected), Jill's expendable partner (who also came back just to shake her up, I guess), the TV personality (who's camera work was going to debunk the whole thing but whose camera obviously had more brains than she did). Alas, poor Dave, we hardly knew ye.
I might just mention that I've learned my lesson about careless enjoyment of movies. Movies and the excitement they induce are actually dangerous. I was skipping and tripped, scraping up my knee like I hadn't done since I was a stupid punk kid (versus a stupid punk semi-adult) as a result. It's still not fully closed over, which is a bitch 'cause stuff keeps brushing against me. Damn it.
Ooh, I also got to see The Bourne Supremacy this weekend, which was really hot. At one point, my friend Heddy turned to me and said just that: "That was really hot!" I could have done without the shaky camera work alllll the time because it made it hard to follow the action some of the time (a lot of the time, really). But Matt Damon as Jason Bourne is sex walking and killing, which is AYYYYY to me. I wonder how they'll set up the third film, seeing as I think they used the plot from the third book for this one (where Bourne is framed--though that featured in the first book, too--maybe it's time I read the second two books). Either way, I loved it because it felt so real. Matt Damon wasn't the most romantic lead ever, but his pain--emotional and physical--was so real. He wasn't invincible. He'd go from spying on the CIA guys who think they're going to catch him to being chased and almost caught by a bunch of rent-a-cops in Berlin to kidnapping CIA operatives and breaking into their hotel rooms only to be blindsided and shot by the bad guy while trying to make an escape. Bourne isn't a superhero. He laments killing, but still he kills when his justice requires it, and he's often mad enough to kill and willing to take out his pain on others. He's not a nice guy by any stretch, but he is decent in most respects. Mostly, he's intense as hell, and that kind of brooding, violent-when-necessary, silent type is just the kind of man I swoon for all the time. So, needless to say, I have renewed my crush on Matt Damon.
I got to meet my sister's ex-roommate's husband this weekend when I went home (heh, sounds like Spaceballs: I am you father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate!), and my sister and her fiance as well, which is always good. I really like my future brother-in-law. He's a geek, a movie geek, too, which means he speaks my language, and we can banter pretty good. Taking them to the airport was arduous as hell--we left before 3, got there around 5, I got back to the apartment around 6:30--thanks to the traffic from god-knows-what and the Holland Tunnel blowing goat chunks (hee, Jotham says that a lot, it's funny). Most importantly, I got the scroll I needed to make my sister's and Jotham's wedding present, so I got started on it yesterday. I did about, mmm, 5-6 hours of work, for not very much output, which makes me worry about getting it done by March. The good news is that the pattern calls for mixing thread colors and the mixes are very homogenous, as in if you look at the stitches they don't look (at least not without severe inspection) to be different colors. I can't wait to get home and do more. It's going to be sooooo gorgeous. Whoever said it would be hard to give away is right. That's why you give it to family. That way it doesn't go far.
