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I know kung fu
May. 29th, 2015 01:20 amAt this point it is safe to declare that Mad Max: Fury Road is my new Matrix.
For those of you just joining this circus, here's the way things work. Every so often something sweeps like wildfire through the world, setting everyone aflame with rhapsodic appreciation, ardor uncooled by time and a single exposure, and my online world is awash with praise and memes. I think to myself, this sounds pretty cool, and so I toddle out to expose myself to The Next Big Thing. And it's not bad. That scene where they're running through the building to save Morpheus is, in fact, kind of cool. It was worth the matinee ticket price I paid, or at least it would have been if I could let it go at that.
Why didn't *I* get swept up in the rapture like everybody else? I poke at it, frown curiously, poke at it some more, and perhaps I resent the something for leaving me behind and taking away all my friends to Valhalla for some quality time, a film nearly as over the top as Thunderdome, (Where Tina Turner does her very best Grace Slick imitation) while leaving me with a two hour car chase and a made-for-3D moment.
It is more manifestation of my fascination with What Normal People Do, and I try not to fixate on it too much because I'm pretty certain there are no answers. And as Nux always says, nobody likes not getting answers.
For those of you just joining this circus, here's the way things work. Every so often something sweeps like wildfire through the world, setting everyone aflame with rhapsodic appreciation, ardor uncooled by time and a single exposure, and my online world is awash with praise and memes. I think to myself, this sounds pretty cool, and so I toddle out to expose myself to The Next Big Thing. And it's not bad. That scene where they're running through the building to save Morpheus is, in fact, kind of cool. It was worth the matinee ticket price I paid, or at least it would have been if I could let it go at that.
Why didn't *I* get swept up in the rapture like everybody else? I poke at it, frown curiously, poke at it some more, and perhaps I resent the something for leaving me behind and taking away all my friends to Valhalla for some quality time, a film nearly as over the top as Thunderdome, (Where Tina Turner does her very best Grace Slick imitation) while leaving me with a two hour car chase and a made-for-3D moment.
It is more manifestation of my fascination with What Normal People Do, and I try not to fixate on it too much because I'm pretty certain there are no answers. And as Nux always says, nobody likes not getting answers.