I was worried the entire day before the visit, because he can be unpredictable, now I feel like shit, because the whole time he intended it as a good bye :I
Before getting on the bus, he told me he was terrified of going, especially since he's gonna be alone in a 3rd world country - he gets drunk, he gets beligerent, and again... I can now only hope they send him back here, where he will still be miserable, but at least not in danger of fucking...
I am left to hope for something fucking up, preventing him from going - he's supposed to live with his wife in the Dominican Republic, but dude can't even live with her here - he got admitted to the psych ward for extreme act-outs
At the time, my mind is in semi-denial, like - okay... sure... don't die there, lol - but as evening fell, it begun to hit me, and I am now truly concerned I have spoken to him in the flesh for the last time
Bologna's airport is SO shit, they actually have PSA posters there, urging people not to assault the staff :'D like literally, the posters show hands in cuffs, stating it is illegal to assault staff for "any reason" ending with an accusatory "control yourself!"
Modena was 100% super charming, would again - they even stop when you cross pedestrian under green man, very generous - then again, it's the rich-people-town.
Bologna's sooo crap tho - and the airport? holy shit, worst ever
Ohhh, I wondered - I think it's more about brain-case scanning, and doing comparisons of the brain, concluding that T (as well as all theropods) would vocalize in a manner more similar to birds/crocs than mammals which makes sense; but makes it unlikely to have performed big, awesome roars -...
They're all fully sincere in their tone, to be all celebratory summery - but shows people SWIMMING with their fucking ice creams!? Who fucking does that!?
Just now saw one where they ate it Lady and the Tramp style, cones first! What the fuck kind of derranged shit is that!?
Culmination in how the script simply calls for the director to hand-strangle the female actress on stage, for that most authentic of shots
straight outta 90s French cinema handbook, "non, non, the script simply says right here - female actreux commits to unsimulated oral sexual pleseur with...
No, no, that's just how the script goes, see - the female protagonist needs to wiggle her toe, and the camera has to linger on this toe, it's the STORYYY!
Now Sobel is basically "whiny Ross" forever, an incompetent useless coward who somehow fielded the best soldiers the world has ever seen, for then to fuck off and shoot himself through the face, botching even that.
Ever since, who's gonna question them? Who's gonna question aging veterans "maybe you're just remembering the guy wrong" and Ambrose's book - like any - needs a bit of a narrative flow, an antagonist or two - and then the HBO show really ran with it