I have so many I ideas for this character, but I just can't find the right voice. I really wanna write some one that will stretch my writing skills, but I just can't find the heart to post the stuff I type up for this guy.
I give WW a firm 7.5. I think it had it's flaws in writing and execution, but I also recognize that th script, like the last movie, was rushed. Unlike what they did with SS this one, however, was a diamond that just wasn't allowed the time to be polished. But still a diamond. I can also see exactly what scenes WB stuck their fat ass thumbs into.
But the good outweighs the bad. Fight scenes/action sequences are wild, and the movie ended with me getting some feels.
If it needs to be compared to marvel movies, I'ma say it was better than both the last two thors as well as The First Avenger.
I almost completely agree with all of this. That ending did get me in the feel zone, but I also felt like the stuff after the big baddie is dealt with was sort of dumb. In fact, I really thought this film excelled at the ww1 conflicts, but failed with its lead villains.
Overall I enjoyed the movie more and more as it went on though :)
Are you on board with DC films after this movie? 'Cause I hate to admit it, but I'm back on board like a battered housewife.
I've got a little bit of bio work to do, but as soon as that's done, you'll get your post in NYC. You want this to start with a bang or should I suprise you?
Hell, I'm just looking for lunch, but if the hor d'oeuvres are offering some bite behind their bark, just give me a time and a place. I'll set the scene, and bring ma' best blades :)
"Somehow you still don't understand do you? You're looking at the devil boy, and I don't think you really want to dance..."
The details became fuzzier every waking moment. Leading up the current meeting when the revenant August Hudson looked into the mirror, and what met his hollow gaze where the grueling blood flooded eyes of The Uncommon-- The Beast.
Life after death had been rough on Hudson, and as his body was restored, his mind was deteriorating. He's so upset with the shadowy monster in his mirror, he could spit venom, but all his current state allowed him to reply was a mumbling, " W-we could tango all gah'damn night, but somehow, I still don't think t-that would be enough for y-y-you"
"Oh, I'm just the worst arn't I? I gave you power when I should'a known you couldn't hold up your end of the bargain. I'm the Monster here. How DARE I share this new body with you instead of just taking over after your- no- our assassination? Boo hoooo hoo... b*th and moan, eat ice cream, and b*cth some more"
August, tired of listening, struggles to soak the t-shirt he was buried with, in the sink to finish washing up for the morning. The muscles and tendons below his fair flesh burned like he was in the middle of a deep tissue message, holding the steamy soaked shirt up to his face. And when he pulls the shirt away, what stares back from the mirror the are deep blue eyes nature gave him. He exhales deeply...
And suddenly he can't remember his own name.
And he passes out cold
When he comes back to consciousness, the scene had completely changed. Now the assassin was standing confused in the middle of a freeway street, littered in the ravaged remains of what must have been a platoon. The remains of tonight's prey were all draped in black body armor, which was apparently dense enough to shatter Uncommon's blades, but not helpful enouh to save them from the claws of the beast. The night sky made it harder to figure out what all happened, but the oscillating red, blue, and yellow sirens racing through the moonlight revealed the tarnish armored vehicles in the distance, so things must have gotten pretty explosive. The street markers were plastered in Russian dialect August's troubled mind couldn't translate. More authorities were on the way. He could hear them in the distance. " Fuh- fuh- F*CK!", Hudson barks before struggling to disappear in these strange surroundings.
(Oh sorry, if you make the joke again I'll respect your originality. Promise XD)
Don't think I need to say this, but when your ticket's up, I'm going to take my time tearing you limb-from-limb, Spider. The average lifespan of a spider is pitiful. The reason why is that they think they're the predators, which couldn't be any further from the truth.
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