Qi’ra’s fingers tapped on her armrest and her leg bounced more feverishly. Something was wrong. Her top lieutenant always completed his missions with precision and speed. It had been twenty minutes since she had last spoken with her two-man team. She understood the risk of claiming the Yartish Jewels. Her top lieutenant, Nienye, could die.
And yet, for some reason, it didn’t make her heart pound in her breast or her throat tighten with worry at the thought of his demise by her lofty goals. She was a leader of Crimson Dawn, a powerful figure in the criminal underworld, she could find someone more skilled who could replace him.
Her eyebrows knit. What was she saying? Had she really become that cold-hearted?
My sister and I have been reacquainting ourselves with the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise and we realized something rather hilarious. Every guy that Elizabeth Swann has ever kissed…DIES!
Jack Sparrow was the first to die after kissing Swann in an oopsy-daisy passionate smooch that turned out to be the ultimate swindle, leading to Sparrow’s abrupt departure to Davy Jones’ Locker via the gut of the Kraken.
Then Norrington, the man who wanted Elizabeth to be his wife in the first Pirates movie, ended up having to save Swann from Davy Jones’ clutches. In doing so, he gives Elizabeth a goodbye kiss and a moment later gets run through by a sword wielded by Will’s own father, which is a bit ironic. Lol.
And then last but definitely not least, there is Will who, after finally getting married to Elizabeth in the middle of a raging battle and sharing a passionate kiss in a rainstorm.
Oh my goodness, my friends, I finally watched Dune. I’ve been ultra-fascinated with this science-fiction epic since I started seeing details of the much-needed reboot being made by Denis Villeneuve coming out early next year. However, yesterday, my sister and I decided to do a little research (and thus spoiling ourselves of the plot) by watching the original Dune movie from 1984 and we were flabbergasted…and not in a good way.
As I watched the film unfold I found myself jarred by the incomprehensive storyline that seemed to weave and pounce on my senses with information and exposition that left me reeling. On more than one occasion I would rub my head and ask aloud, “What is happening?” And that is exactly what is wrong with this 80s’ cult classic.
It isn’t the story that was bad. In fact, the story was actually kind of amazing. It was the adaption of this story that was so jacked up.
Names, planets, and other important tidbits seemed to be thrown at me nonstop and at so quick in succession that I just couldn’t follow. It felt like a story that needed at least four hours to be half-explained correctly had been crammed into ONE movie, leaving me drained and overwhelmed by the film’s underwhelming conclusion.