El terrorista, de nombre y procedencia impronunciables, suelta una carcajada malévola y la chica, de nombre y procedencia mucho más cómodos y familiares agacha la cabeza, temerosilla. Un hilo de sangre escapa de la comisura de sus labios. El villano muestra en su risa ese toque de locura inhumana, esa mirada de serpiente mitológica que lo convierte en cosa y  que hará que al final, cuando salte por los aires en mil pedazos (o en dos mil, depende del presupuesto), nos inunde una sensación de cálido alivio, como al triunfar en el váter (más información sobre esto en "La Publicidad...").

Y llega el momento. El clímax, la ensalada de tortas. El Héroe entra en la estancia con gesto duro. Está cansado, sudoroso, y sobre todo muy cabreao.

No sé si es cosa mía, pero tengo la sensación de que con el tiempo, al héroe de toda la vida se le están hinchando las narices. Avanza por las escenas repartiendo toñas sin perder esa genuina expresión de "me han subido la hipoteca" que ha ido evolucionando (o involucionando) a lo largo de los años. Actualmente, en la mayoría de películas y series de televisión de acción o aventuras (tanto las yanquis como las imitaciones que hacemos aquí en casa, en el tendedero para ser precisos), los protagonistas heroicos viven en un perpetuo estado de ceño fruncido y aliento de recién salido del catre. No se ríen, no hacen bromas. No leen libros ni ven la tele. No compran suavizante, no friegan los platos, ni siquiera hacen pis. No comen cocido, no beben tinto de verano. No se parecen a tu padre ni a tu madre, ni al frutero, ni al tipo del camión de la basura, ni a ningún otro familiar, vecino o amigo que puedas conocer (salvo que sea imaginario). La vida (la propia y la ajena) se la trae sin cuidado. No temen a la muerte, y si esquivan los puñetazos y las balas es por puro reflejo... y porque están de mala leche.

No, el héroe clásico actual apenas sabe mover las cejas. Tiene una dura mirada de suficiencia y a menudo tiene que mover todo el cuerpo para mirar hacia un lado. Nada le sorprende. Nunca sabes si está nervioso o tranquilo, si le preocupa algo o simplemente sigue hacia adelante y ya está. Lo único que sabes es que está siempre, sin excepción o excusa, eternamente cabreao. Vive por y para su ego y no tiene amigos, si acaso algún compañero con el que evita tratar temas personales. Quien consigue intimar con este cara-cartón piensa que tiene un lado sensible porque una vez, durante un tiroteo, se dejó a un niño sin disparar (aunque yo creo que se le encasquilló el arma y lo pararon justo cuando le quitaba el seguro a una granada).

Esta es, malamente, la definición de lo que se estila en las últimas pasarelas de héroes clásicos de acción. Tampoco es que sea original. Es sin duda un descendiente directo de aquellos que llenaron las pantallas en las películas de vaqueros durante décadas, con la jeta esculpida en piedra y la misma capacidad de expresión que un calabacín con bisoñé.

Pero no siempre ha sido así. Allá por los años ochenta nació un tipo distinto de héroe. Un personaje mítico que, de forma novedosa, aportaba a su retrato robot algunas características de lo que llamamos habitualmente "persona humana". Movía las cejas, mostraba sorpresa cada cierto tiempo y hasta a veces metía la pata. El actor que mejor supo encarnar a este entrañable tipo duro en Hollywood fue, en mi modesta opinión, Harrison Ford, en dos de los papeles que le lanzaron a la fama: Han Solo e Indiana Jones. Eran duros y engreídos, inseguros, encantadores, se asustaban con cierta facilidad y a menudo mostraban la mala costumbre de no saberlo todo, de necesitar ayuda. Te hacían vibrar y reír con la misma facilidad, conectando profundamente con un espectador que tenía la vaga sensación de que el protagonista de la historia, por fantástica que fuera, podría ser él mismo.

Pero esto, en los tiempo que corren, ya no resulta interesante. Con el héroe actual es poco probable que uno se sienta identificado, a no ser que tengas tendencias psicopáticas o seas legionario (con todos mis respetos, los laureados marines son unas maricas comparados con éstos). El americano medio (y por ende cualquiera de nosotros) necesita por lo visto un héroe que le haga sentir seguro y protegido en su sofá. Un personaje cuyas hormonas trasciendan la pantalla y llenen la sala con un cálido tufillo a macho, haciendo pensar que sólo él (o los de su extraña especie) y sus sudorosos pectorales están titulados para enfrentarse con éxito a los peligros que amenazan el planeta. Y no cualquier otro, qué tontería. ¿Es que alguien se imagina lo que pasaría si Woody Allen se enfrentara a muerte con el terrorismo islámico? No creo que haya una respuesta fácil, pero ya te digo que yo iría a ver esa peli.

Conclusión: el ser humano es suficientemente complejo para que podamos encontrar un héroe que no sea otra fotocopia del más rancio John McLaine (desde la primera y entretenida "Die Hard" hasta la última entrega de este culebrón, el personaje ha sido lobotomizado repetidas veces).

Propuesta: ¿alguna película de acción/aventuras actual a cuyo protagonista no le aprieten los calzoncillos?

Se admiten sugerencias. Saludos a todos (a los tres).

Men are often frightened by strong women.  Strong women intimidate them because a woman using her feminine strength for evil can emmasculate a man, but that's not what this blog is about.  I believe men and strong women can learn a lot from Han and Leia's relationship.  When Leia falls in love with Han she doesn't give up any of her strength or independence.  She can still beat the bad guy and inspire Han to be a hero.  Through the course of their relationship, Leia learns that letting a man in doesn't make her weak.  By accepting his help, she is being honest and open about that fact that we all need help sometimes.  Being strong isn't about never needing help.  There is something strong about recognizing the need and being able to ask and accept it.  And Han, slightly put off at first but very intrigued, learns that just because he's got an woman that can tie her own shoe laces and open her own doors doesn't make him less of a man.  In fact, I think that makes him more of a man because a strong woman chose to become vulnerable to him and no one else.

The Emperor's New Pose

I started by posting 9 vintage star wars action figures, amazingly 5 went very quickly with BUY IT NOW (they were a mix of foreign carded and minor scuffed RTOJ or POTF1 cards) but there are still 4 left! Including Yoda, on the first card he was ever issued and a Cool Han Solo - see links below.

The gentleman who bought up most of the figures already sold, made me an open offer on the lot of my remaining vintage Star Wars collection so next weekend I will begin unpacking boxes and taking photos to send him.

Never thought I would see this day come...

Han Solo in Trench Coat - 1984 ROTJ CARD

B-Wing Pilot - 1986 POTF Card w/ Coin

Death Squad Commander - 1977 12 Back Original!

YODA - 1980 ESB 40 Back Card

In a way its good.  Very good,  my love for these things, has kept me back, kept me from embracing my full adulthood - I have collected and compiled and hung on to so many things, that it is hard to make room in my heart for the new.

More things coming soon

    Murray stirs his coffee thoughtfully for a few moments.

    "Why do you suppose women have two breasts?"

    I swallow a mouthful of tea.

    "Thinking of writing a letter of complaint?" I ask. "What do you care anyway?"

    "I'm just wondering,"says Murray. "It just seems to me that two is a little excessive. Two hands; of course. Likewise two legs. Two buttocks even."

    "Two buttocks are essential," I cut in. "Think how difficult it would be to vary fart sounds if you just had the one buttock. We'd never get anything done."

    Murray nods contemplatively, "Do you think the hole would be to the left or the right of the remaining buttock?"

    I shrug.

    "No," says Murray, a few creases spreading across his forehead, "it would have to be in the middle of the remaining buttock otherwise we'd lose all of our natural symmetry. That's why I never liked the Millennium Falcon."

    "What's wrong with the Millennium Falcon?"

    "Nothing!" says Murray, holding his hands up, "I just wouldn't feel comfortable sitting in a cockpit that's stuck on the side of the ship. I don't like the idea of only being able to see out of the right hand side of the window."

    "It is a waste of plexi-glass. They could have put up a photograph of Han Solo and Chewbacca frolicking on the beach on the left hand side."

    "That's what I don't understand about women's breasts, " says Murray. "Two breasts; both do exactly the same thing. Why the need for two?"

    I think about this for a moment, "Maybe it's because men have two hands..."

    Murray nods and finishes his coffee, "Still, it does seem to be a little superfluous."

    "You," I say disapprovingly, "are quite possibly the most ungrateful person in the world."

    "What do you mean?" says Murray, "I love breasts as much as the next man!"

    "But you would be quite happy with a fifty per cent reduction."

    Murray wags his finger at me, " I didn't say that. I just think the spare breast is like a toilet seat cover; it's soft, comfortable and easy on the eye but completely unnecessary."

    I finish my tea and play with my spoon, " I wish I knew how to make mayonnaise."

I have always been a fan of mindless arguments over mundane matters starting, most likely, in 1980 at the age of 4, not long after watching The Empire Strikes Back. Like every good male of my generation, I questioned who I’d rather be: Luke Skywalker or Han Solo. Both have their pros (light sabres and that whole Force thing for Luke, getting the girl and general bad-assedness for Han) and cons (losing a hand in a battle with your dad and getting frozen in carbonite), and I could never, at least at that age, come to a consensus.

I’m not sure if girls do this. Perhaps it’s because, at least during my childhood, they didn’t have a Luke/Han equivalent (really, who can get excited over the prospects of debating Strawberry Shortcake vs. Rainbow Brite?), but I would also argue the endless desire to have serious talks about nonsensical matters is as much a matter of being male as is the penis.

I still like these arguments, and I’d like to open some of them up to you, readers of So … There I Was, to let you weigh in on some of the randomness that makes up my mind. Every so often (or, most likely, whenever I can’t think of a decent blog topic and am too lazy to be creative) I’ll post a question, offer some brief thoughts, then turn it over to you for your comments/discussion. I’m hoping that this will spur some interesting blog conversations (blogversations?) between you as we set out to answer some of the not-so-burning questions in this world of pop culture.

So, boys and girls, here goes. Enjoy.

Whose lyrics are dirtier – Prince or AC/DC?
I’m not sure any two singer/bands are as interested in s-e-x as Prince and AC/DC as almost every song they’ve written involves putting Male Part A into Female Part B (and in some cases Part C and Part D).

Sorry, I can't quite hear you ... did you say you want to have the sex with me?

Let’s look at one of Prince’s prime examples, “Little Red Corvette.” It starts off with this: “I guess I shoulda known by the way u parked your car sideways that it wouldn’t last.” Now, look, I still don’t really know what all that means, but I do know this: it’s filthy.

Prince goes on to sing “Move over baby, gimme the keys/I’m gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine.”

OK, so Prince is singing about a lady’s lady part, and being rather clever about it.

Other times, though, he’s just outright explicit with his lyrics, like this from “Gett Off”: “Something about a little box with a mirror and a tongue inside/What she told me then got me so hot I knew that we could slide.” (Note: that song also includes one of the most random lyrics I’ve ever heard, and I’m not sure if it’s designed to make you hungry or horny: “Whatcha want 2 eat? ‘Ribs.’/Ha, toy, I don’t serve ribs.”)

Prince often just puts his intentions right out in front in the song titles, not really bothering with any innuendo: “Soft and Wet,” “Do It All Night,” “Do Me, Baby,” “Jack U Off,” “New Position,” “Come,” and “Orgasm.”

We are dirty -- literally, metaphorically and grammatically.

As for AC/DC, they’re pretty exceptionally filthy, too. It took them to their third album before they failed to record a song expressly about testicles (“She’s Got Balls” from their debut and “Big Balls” on the follow-up album).

Much like Prince in (and, really, every man who has ever written a song), AC/DC has at least one song relating sexual intercourse with a lady to riding an automobile. Here’s this line from “You Shook Me All Night Long”:

She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there

Filthy.

And, like Prince, AC/DC often just expresses their explicit intent up front in their song titles: “Love at First Feel,” “Go Down,” “Up To My Neck in You,” “Beating Around the Bush,” “Givin’ the Dog a Bone,” “Let Me Put My Love Into You,” I Put the Finger On You” and “Sink the Pink.”

It’s a close call, as both are pretty dirty. Personally, I think they’re equally dirty, but Prince’s songs are just sexier. Maybe it's just because I think Prince is singing about a higher class of woman. He’s banging the hot chick, while AC/DC is hooking up with her ugly friends.

What do you think?

Former swordplay trainer to the stars and Star Wars fanatic Jeremy Flynn recently opened "Jedi Gym", a fitness center in Torrance, CA where members channel characters from the Star Wars film series to work out, meditate, and improve their lives.
"Star Wars is all about the Hero's Journey, and so is working out," says Flynn, " you leave home, battle your demons, and hopefully return home stronger."

Flynn is frustrated with his students' lack of commitment and focus, but when a 7-foot man in an incredibly authentic Darth Vader suit arrives at the gym, Flynn thinks he's found his dream student.

Instead, Flynn and his students learn, first hand, about how powerful the Dark Side can be...

This character is a mentor figure.  At first I hadn't included a mentor figure, didn't think it was necessary.  But of course the heroic couple needs a mentor figure!  If they could do it on their own, then there wouldn't be a story!  No conflict, no learning, no growing pains, no character development -- just an easy, unchallenging, BORING cruise through the story.

So, I was really cruising along last week, making tremendous progress on my ms.  And then...this week hit.  Ugh.  (Stupid work!)  Ugh.  Let me just say that it soldified in my mind that I definitely do not want to be in management any longer.  Not even one more day (though I have to, bleh).  I can't stand it!  And here's why:  it completely sapped all my creativity, stunted my writing progress, stressed me out, exhausted me.  And I am so-ho-ho resentful.  >:(

So, yesterday, I had the whole day to write.  In theory.  But what did I do?  I was at least able to critique a contest entry for a critique groupmate (ooh, it's reallllly good!), but I got no writing of my own done yesterday.  Why?  I was so zonked from this past week at work that I mostly slept yesterday, then I zoned out while playing solitaire on the computer and then while sewing a bag together out of an old kitchen curtain while I watched Spiderman 2.  I'm not crafty at all, and usually lack patience, so the fact that I spent like two hours on this sloppily stitched bag is a sure sign to me that I was decompressing from the workweek.  I also saw the fam for a bit and some fireworks from my house last night -- that was nice.  But it was mostly a rainy, lazy, uninspiring Fourth of July, and around 7 or 8 o'clock last night, I told my hubby, "I just want this day to be over with" so that I could sleep and wake up refreshed for the next day!

Soooo, today's the next day.  Is it any better for writing?  Well, after running some errands and doing some chores, I sat down with the laptop.  I opened my novel files.  Stared at my novel files.  Closed my novel files.  Checked email (Gmail).  Worked on stuff for my online writing workshops.  Checked email (Yahoo! this time).  Played around on youtube.  Found a great scene between Kate and Sawyer (I could just watch this over and over!).  Checked email (Gmail again).  Found a succinct romance writing website.  Opened my novel files.  Checked email (Gmail, shmemail, la di da).  Decided to write for my blog (Hi.) . . .

Sigh.

You know, the other part of this is that I have two other new story ideas creeping into my head.  Argh.  I just want to finish this one!  But the one idea is pretty darn good!  It's hard to pass that up.  Maybe I should just draft it and get it over with.  That's how I came to draft this paranormal ms.  At least I'd be writing again, even if it is something other than my paranormal.

Rats.  Raining again.  Well, here's something mildly ausing:  Click here for proof that people are strange.  Hope you're making better progress than I am, fellow writers!  :)

Es un principio  formulado por Masahiro Mori que dice a medida que las representaciones artificiales humanas se vuelven mas y mas reales llegan a un punto en que dejan de ser cautivadoras y se vuelven tenebrosas..

Básicamente significa que los robots mas parecidos a los humanos nos dan mas repulsión ya que se acentúan en ellos muchos de nuestros defectos.

Ahora unos ejemplos básicos para aclararlo:

Robot Industrial

Robot humanoide

Humano

Y Dentro del valle:

At the time of the photos we can assume that Organa was also romantically involved with her current husband, Han Solo, due to many rumors by rebel soldiers and stories told at the highly publicized Solo wedding. We can only imagine the rift this will put in Han and Leia's marriage. Perhaps bigger than the incident in which Organa unknowingly kissed her brother, Luke Skywalker, which also took place during the Battle of Hoth and became a running joke in the family. As the allegations pile up, Leia Organa can be placed being romantically involved or having feelings for three different people, now including one Wookie, around the time of one critical event: The Battle Of Hoth.

We sent our translator to get an interview with Chewbacca about the photos, but the translator was sent to the a medical center with his arm removed from it's socket and firmly jammed up his rectum. Neither Leia nor Han could be contacted as we pulled up to their home and was confronted by R2-D2, who reassured us he could oil slick us and then set us on fire.

We can not reveal the source of the photos at this time for their own protection, but they did have this to say about it "aagh raahh aaahh ahh faah llaaa haaaahhh (coughs up hairball) ahh faaahh shaaa" (our wookie translator was not available at the time of this interview).

The response in the galaxy is mixed, but mostly people are confused. However, the response on Kashyyk, the wookie planet, is rather positive. Chewbacca's friends on Kashyyk have gone as far as to call him a "Hero Among Wookies" and "Layer of the Leia".

We must now conclude with some questions: Was the war between the Alliance and the Empire weighing that much on Organa that she had to seek provocative forms of relieving her stress? Kissing one man on a whim and than flirting with an older man was one thing. But then seeking the sexual attention of a Wookie, who are known for their strength and hair? And then to take photos of the event like it's not shocking enough to just hear of a Wookie and a human female having intercourse? Which makes the human mind wonder: What does a Wookie's penis look like? and Does it smell when it gets wet?

The true victim here is Han Solo. During the critical time of The Battle of Hoth, he was an older man falling for a younger, but more powerful, woman. It is now clear how powerful she really was, but her power could not keep these photos hidden from Han forever. As far as we know, Chewbacca and Han are still good friends, but these photos may change that. It is sad to see such important people in the Galaxy's history have their reputations tarnished by such things, but perhaps it is for the best that secrets be in the open. Perhaps it will spring up a new generation of Wookie-Human couples who were afraid to come out and reveal their love, and will now cum in the defense of this scandal.

There is an entire hidden culture that collects this LEGO ® art. I suppose there are endless possibilities when small adjacent binding blocks are arranged in a feat of rudimentary engineering and design to complete a mathematical composed tangent of both talent and physics. Nathan Sawaya over at The Art of the Brick™ understands this to the zenith of expression. I can imagine myself in a room surrounded by hundreds of hidden shelves filled with different assortments of LEGOS ®, in fact I even dreamed about it. But Han Solo frozen in 10,000 dark grey LEGOS ® is just plain showing off! [Link]

160 PELICULAS QUE HAY QUE VER

Yo personalmente, he visto 14 de las 160. Muy pocas realmente. Empezaremos a verlas, a ver si terminamos de aqui al 2030 jejejeje.

Desde luego, seguramente alguien no estara de acuerdo con la inclusión de algunas de ellas en la lista, pero pa gustos se rompen generos no?

Y por cierto me gustaria tener una camiseta con el siguiente estampado:

Acaso no esta chingona?

Öncelikle yeni oluşuma hoşgeldiniz demek istiyorum. İnceleme kategorisinde de, siftahı yapmak istiyorum.

Çocukluğumda, herkes LEGO’ya bayılırdı. Yani o zamanki arkadaş çevrem bayılırdı, 50 yaşındaki eşşek kadar herifin bu birleştirilen parçacıklarla işi olmazdı. Ben de severdim. Çok güzel binalar yapardım. Sonraysa, tekme atar, parçalardım. Toplamayı sevmezdim, öylece kalırlardı yerin üzerinde. Tabii gecenin bir yarısı su içmeye kalkıp, kapaklandığım anlar olmadı değil.

Başlıktan, resimden ve girişten anlayabileceğimiz gibi, bu bir LEGO oyunu. Geçen yıllarda, aynı firma (Traveller’s Tales) Star Wars serilerini oyun haline getirmiş, büyük bir beğeni toplamıştı. Bu LEGO furyasına, şimdide maceracı arkeologumuz Indiana Jones ekleniyor, gayette güzel oluyor.

HAN SOLO MU DÖVER INDIANA JONES MU?
Diğer LEGO oyunlarının sanki bir modu gibi Indy. Bütün altyapı aynı, grafikler neredeyse aynı. Zaten oyunda diyalog yok, LEGO figürlerinin çıkardığı ilginç ilginç sesler var. Tabii, Force gücü ve ışın kılıcı olmayınca işler biraz değişse de, mantık aynı. Yanlış anlamayın, bu kötü birşey değil, tam aksine çokta güzel, çünkü zaten tutan bir formülü niye değiştiresiniz ki?

Oyun eskileri gibi, bir oda ve orada olan üç haritadan ibaret aslında. Dedim ya mod gibi, LEGO Star Wars: The Original Trilogy’de bir barda, farklı kapılardan geçip giriyorduk bölümlere. Burada istediğimiz haritanın önüne gelip, istediğimiz filmi LEGO’larımızla oynayabiliyoruz. Gayet kolay olan ilk bölümü bitirdikten sonra, istediğiniz filmi oynayabilirsiniz. Ben diğer iki oyundada yaptığım gibi, film sırasına göre oynamayı seçtim ama karar sizin.

Oynanış, küçük eklentiler ve karakter güçleri nedeniyle zorunlu yapılan değişiklikler dışında, aynı aslında. Diğer oyunlar gibi, kapılardan gizli geçitlerden, kurtulup, yeni alanlara giriyoruz. Bu alanlardan da çıkabilmek için, aynı bir önceki alanda yaptığımız gibi bir dizi işlemler yapıyoruz. Her karakterin, özellikleri var. Indy’nin, kamçısını kullanarak ulaşılması başka türlü imkansız yerlere çıkıyoruz. Oynayınca görürsünüz, tahtalar var oyunda. Bu tahta karelerin üzerine çıkınca, Indy otomatikman kamçıyı fırlatıyor, ya tepedeki bir şeyi kullanıp karşı uca atlıyor, ya da yakındaki bir şeyleri kendine çekip yolu açıyor. Küçük karakterler, kendileri gibi küçük tünellerin altından geçip yine başka türlü ulaşılamayan alanlara geliyorlar. Kadın karakterlerse, diğer karakterlere oranla daha yüksek bir zıplama gücüne sahipler. Yerde çiçekli bir simge gördüğünüzde anlayın ki, kadın karakterinizi kullanıp zıplama yapmanız gerekiyor.
INDIANA JONES BULMACALARDA HAN SOLO'YU ÇİZER
Oynanış bulmacaları çözmekten geçiyor. Bulmacalar genelde zor olmasalar da, bazı alanlarda gerçekten kafayı yiyorsunuz. Mesela, ikinci filmin bir bölümünde, Indiana Jones ile Short Round öbür tarafa atlayabilmişlerken, şimdi adını unuttum, şarkıcı karakter geçemiyordu. Biri tünel kullanmış, diğeri de kamçısını. Nereden bileyim ben iki karakterin de aynanda havadan nasıl sarktığı belli olmayan halatlara tutunması gerektiğini de, yerden bir platformun yükselip hanımefendi hazretlerinin tırmanmasını sağlayacağını. Kadın milleti böyle işte sevgili okurlar, bütün sorunlar ondan doğuyor. Buradan, LEGO oyunlarının bile gerçekçi olabileceğini de görüyoruz.

Alanlarda ilerleyebilmek için, bazen mekanik işlere başvuruyoruz. Bazı yerlerde çeşitli araçlara biniyoruz. Bunlarla kapı falan kırıp, ortamı dağıtıyoruz. Bazense, bazı kapıların açılması falan filan için, anahtar bulmamız gerekiyor. Çok farklı yerlerde olabiliyor bu anahtarlar. Bunları alabilmenin öncelikli yanı, maymunlar sayın okurlar. Her maymun gördüğünüzde, alanda bir muz kolisi arayın. Muzu alıp, maymuna fırlatın. Size, diğer elindeki şeyi verecektir. Genelde, bu alanda kullanılacak bir alet veriyor. Kürek veriyorsa, yerden birşey alacaksınız demektir, etraftaki havaya yavaşçana çıkan altınımsı şeylere dikkat edin. Anahtar veriyorsa, kapı açmanız gerekiyor demek. (Bazen verdiği kürek ile kazdığınız zeminden çıkabiliyor anahtar) Sonra, etraftaki kırılabilecek herşeyi kırmayı deneyebilirsiniz. Etrafta neredeyse herşey parçalanabiliyor. Tabii Crysis efektleri beklemeyin, bir LEGO vazosu nasıl parçalanırsa öyle parçalanıyor eşyalar. Bazen, iki tane yeri olan platformlar görüyorsunuz. Bunu gördüğünüzde anlayın ki, oraya kutular getireceksiniz. Bunlar alanda heryerde olabilir, kazmanız gerekebilir, araç patlatmanız gerekebilir (evet, bir bölümde tır patlatınca boss fight’ta kullanılacak eşya çıkıyordu ortaya) veya birşeyleri kırmanız gerekebilir. Şanslıysanız, kabak gibi ortada da olabilir.

LEGO Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures’ın en büyük kozu, eğlence faktörü. Çocukluğunuzun en cool oyuncağı LEGO’ların, bir dönemin en cool adamı Indiana Jones ile ortaklığı, mükemmel olmuş. Oyunun grafikleri öyle inanılmaz değil, yeterli sadece. Sesler zaten yok gibi, Indiana Jones’ın kendi müziği çalıyor genelde. Bazen tempo hızlanıyor, bazen ise hiçbir şey yok ortalıkta. Çaat diye kutuyu kırınca, o çaaat sesini duyabiliyorsunuz. Küçük parçaları toplayınca da bir ses efekti geliyor, aldığınızı anlayıp kendi içinizde havanız oluyor.

Oyunda güldüren, komik anlarda yok değil. Bunların neredeyse hepsi, ara sahnelerde gizli. Filmi izleyenlerin özellikle gülebilecekleri detaylar var. İlk aklıma gelen, Mısır’da geçiyor. Hani birinci filmde, Indiana Jones’ı kılıç ustası bir adam kıstırmıştı. Herif milyon tane hareket yapmış, sonra Harrison amca tetiği çekip vurmuştu. Herkesin yarıldığı bu anı, oyun kendisinden de birşey koyup oyuncuya veriyor. Ne olduğunu söylemeyeyim, oynayınca gülersiniz 
ASLINDA İKİ TANE INDIANA JONES VAR!
Birazda çoklu oyuncu seçeneklerinden bahsedelim. Aynı bilgisayarda iki kişi co-op oynanabiliyor. Gamepad’iniz varsa arkadaşınızı çağırıp, takılabilirsiniz. Gamepad demişken hemen belirteyim, oyun bir gamepad ile çok daha rahat oynanıyor, aklınızda bulunsun. İki kişi deneyemedim, ancak herhalde zevkli olur.

Her LEGO oyunu gibi, Indy’nin de süresi çok uzun değil. Maksimum 10 – 12 saatte bitirebilirsiniz. Sonra isterseniz Free Play modu var, istediğiniz karakterle istediğiniz yerde oynayabilirsiniz, ancak beni pek sarmadı.
HAN SOLO'DA DÖVEBİLİRMİŞ ASLINDA...
Bu kadar oyunu anlattık, övdük. Ancak, oyunun bariz bir eksisi yok arkadaşlar. Karşımızda iyi bir oyun var, ancak süper bir oyun değil. Aslında fikir çok orjinal, e güzelde uygulanmış. Sorun ne peki? Hissetmek lazım galiba. Hep aynı şeyi yapıyormuşunuz hissi. Oysa Assassin’s Creed’deki kadar bariz değil. Sonuçta, yeni bir alana giriyor, etrafta olan şeylerin hepsini kırıyor, çıkan objeleri kullanıp kapıyı açıyoruz veeeee... yine aynı şeyi yapacağız. Yanlış anlamayın, alanların tasarımı LEGO dünyasına çok güzel uyarlanmış. Yine de, ben bir süre sonra yine aynı şeyi yapacağım diyerek sevinmiyorsunuz.

Sonuç olarak, yeni sitemizin ilk incelemesinin sonuna geldik. Fena bir yapım incelemedik. Kısa keseceğim burayı, yeni sitemizin herkese hayırlı olmasını dileyerek. Herkese iyi günler dilerim 

ARTILAR

-LEGO ve Indy aynı yerde!
-Farklı yerler olduğunu hissettiren alan tasarımı
-Komiklik

EKSİLER

-Kendini devamlı oynatmıyor

GRAFİKLER: 3,5/5
SESLER: 3,5/5
HİKÂYE: 4,5/5
OYNANABİLİRLİK 4/5

NOT: 77/100

Tür: Macera
Yapım Yılı: 2008
Yapımcı: Traveller’s Tales
Dağıtıcı: LucasArts
Çoklu Oyuncu: Aynı bilgisayarda 2 kişi Co-Op

P.S.: Farkettim ki ara başlıklar gerçekten çok dandik oldu :(

See for yourself:

The first half of the ad I thought it was clearly for some kind of eco-friendly stunt the petrol company was pulling. "See what the world will be like without any people in it" kind of thing. There are scenes that are straight out of Wil Smith's I Am Legend (a shame the ending sucked - good film, that could have been great. I'm a big fan of Big Willy but dude, that ending sucked out loud) and you get that whole The Quiet Earth post apocalypse sensation.

Instead, it's an ad for a new kind of petrol. Right. One that's not made out of fossil fuel? No, the dinosaurs are still in your tank.

It's somewhat unnerving, I think, to see a petrol company showing an ad for what could, potentially, be the last car on the planet.

But it's a cool ad. It reminds me of a comic I used to read as a lad: Tiger and Scorcher. In it I would catch up on the weekly events of George, the rally driving mini and Roy of the Rovers, although he took his left foot off to his own publication (and ultimately had it amputated in the final ever issue) and of course Billy, the boy with the magic football boots. But one of my favourites was Skid Solo, who drove a car that looked just like that Ferrari. He was cool and he was a good three or four years before Han Solo stole his name.

Oh, and Han shot first. I'm sorry, it's just stupid the other way.

Dir. Steven Spielberg; Writ. David Koepp, George Lucas; Star. Harrison Ford, Cate Blanchett, Karen Allen, John Hurt, Shia LeBeouf.

Yeah, Harrison Ford is in his sixties, but Indiana Jones would be awesome if he was saving the world from a wheelchair. He’s still up and at ‘em in I.J.4. Ford tried to do as many of his own stunts as possible, and I can’t imagine doing half the stuff he does at 36, let alone 66. I couldn’t do it now.

I love Even Stevens, but I was scared the Shia TheBeef was going to leave a permanent blotch on the seminal action series. It turns out, he’s awesome. He’s no Indy, but the addition of “Mutt” is one of the strongest features of the film.

It’s really been too long for the silver screen to go without the archaeologist bludgeoning a seven foot villain. (I’d like to see Indy fight in a museum. What would he use to clobber the bad guys when he’s surrounded by the very artifacts he struggles to preserve?)

The first third of this film is not to be missed. It’s been 19 years since the Last Crusade came out, and time hasn’t slowed down for Indiana Jones. Set in the 50s, we’ve got Soviets instead of Nazis, American paranoia over American pride, and more leather jackets and less fedoras. The time piece segments of the movie were the ones I most enjoyed. If you remember the classic Indiana Jones’ humor of “No ticket,” you’re going to find it in the first third of this film.

The Crystal Skull is an Indiana Jones movie, so it’s automatically pretty damn awesome, though this is the weakest in the series. There’s never been so much sci-fi before, and it feels a little out of place. Mutt is cool; it’s nice to see Marian Ravenwood again; it makes sense that Jones would have an adventure partner as he gets older; and why not throw in Hurt as some old, crazy guy. In the end, there are just too many characters. My own opinion is that the whole shebang should’ve just been about Mutt and Indy. Cate Blanchett also could’ve had a bit more of a Russian accent and a bit less of not having one.

You’re kind of an idiot if you don’t see this movie, even if you don’t like it.

I’m an oober star wars fan, and I’m going to say it, “Fuck off, George Lucas. Fuck off.” I forgave Jar-jar Binks. I got over CGI Yoda. I went along with dialogue that would’ve been bad for a Spanish soap opera. George Lucas has gone too far. He needs to get lost. I used to dream of episodes 7-9. No longer. Computers can make some cool shit. Everyone gets it. That doesn’t mean I want to see goddamn CGI gophers and monkeys.

“Woah, DUDE! Check. It. Out.: Look, right there, on the screen! There’s a gopher! It, like, almost looks real, but not exactly! Thank God, they put in that eye-sore! There was totally no other way for that scene to be expressed!”

“Well, check this one out, bro! I’m totally shitting my pants over this baker’s dozen of CGI monkeys! I’m abso-fucking-lutely going to have to pretend my girlfriend is George Lucas tonight! How’s a guy supposed to get off otherwise after witnessing such cinematic brilliance?”

I’m waiting for computers to generate some taste.

I know George Lucas was the producer, but, come on, we all know this bullshit is his fault.

La cosa puede parecer disparatada, pero visto el éxito de las últimas versiones de Rocky, Rambo e Indiana Jones, quizás no lo sea tanto. Ya no hay héroes de verdad, y hay que recurrir a los de antes. Y ahí vuelve al primer plano Harrison Ford, porque atención a lo que dice Ford en The Sun sobre una supuesta vuelta al personaje de Jack Ryan que popularizó en films como Juego de Patriotas (1992) o Peligro inminente (1994): "El personaje no depende de la edad, y sus experiencias están llenas de recetas para buenas y simpáticas películas, así que no me importaría revisar el personaje". Eso sí, deja claro que Han Solo no volverá. Menos mal

NOTE: The views of Angry Fanboy do not necessarily support my own personal views. I happened to have really dug Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Though, I do have to agree with him about how Han did in fact shoot Greedo first.

In this pic from behind the scenes at Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, George Lucas can be seen wearing an "Han Shot First" t-shirt.

This is quite something. And this is probably old news but in Star Wars Episode iv, han solo shot greedo in the mos eisley cantina. In the later reedits of the movie this scene was digitally altered by George Lucas to have Greedo shoot first to make han solo more child friendly. This has always been a controversy as every adult fan of star wars agrees that Han shot first and apparently George Lucas really agrees himself as well from looking at the t-shirt.

Dentro de las características más interesantes de esta nueva nave, se cuenta la posibilidad de poder "subir" hasta 18 figuras, 4 de ellas en la cabina. Luces y sonidos de nave espacial ( ya no es necesario que los hagas tú ), paneles superiores removibles para acceder por partes a cada sector. La nave mide alrededor de 70 [cm] de extremo a extremo.

Hasta el momento todo luce bastante bien, pero llega el momento de da el precio: viles US $150.-

* Chewy y Han Solo estan incluidos en el paquete.

Saludos

Welcome to, "plugging a friend corner"... My good friend and frequent commenter Tim Sheridan will join legendary cinematographer Dean Cundey ("Halloween," "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"), Stan Winston Studios SFX Guru Shane Mahan, Maggie Lehman, and host Regan Burns in a chit-chat about Jurassic Park.

It's a movie-wrap show, so AMC will show the film and keep cutting back to their chat between segments of the movie and around commercial breaks.

It's on tomorrow night - Thursday 5/22 AT 8PM EDT (5pm PDT) so set your DVR devices.

In other news... Indiana Jones opens tomorrow!!! I'm seeing the movie tonight at midnight. I'll let you know what I thought tomorrow... but for today...

I've always played this game but called it Fuck, Marry or Kill... this is nicer... it's clean, it rhymes:

Bed, Wed, or Dead? The women of Indiana Jones

It's important that what put an end to this in a scientific manner... who's tougher?:

Indiana Jones or Han Solo

After Indy... Tropic Thunder is quickly becoming the movie that I will be speed dancing to the movie house to see the day it comes out... the last moment of this red band trailer is worth the price of admission:

These are amazing. In case you go to a foreign country and someone really pisses you off you're going to want to know how to tell them off (I laughed so hard I cried at some of these... though it might just be because as I said I'm particularly tired and emotionally unstable right now):

Devastating insults from around the world

This is absolutely not safe for you to watch at work... it's not sane for you to watch anywhere... but it would be gross negligence to not link to what may be the strangest thing to come out of Japan. (if you follow my blog, you know that is saying a lot) What we have here is a 3inch tall man receiving fellatio from a normal size woman... I really don't know what else to say...:

Giantess porn

They go together like peanut butter and chocolate:

100 Celebrity drug busts

It's a miracle of miracles that I am not a part of this countdown... God knows I've felt this way often enough... my self-control has kept me in check however barely:

10 Office freak-outs

I've seen bad tattoos before, but never as awesomely bad as these. I love Bob Barker to but... c'mon:

Bad Tattoo gallery

This would have been helpful in high school, or college, or when I lived somewhere where I had need to take cars... but for all of you, just so there's no more fighting:

The official rules of calling shotgun

Just one more thing that can be waved about in a football vs. soccer argument... sure Tony Romo just broke up with Jessica Simpson, and Gisele and Bridget Moynahan both got a piece of Brady... but this list proves soccer is the sport to play:

50 Hottest soccer WAGs (WAG by the way stands for Wives and Girlfriends)

Of course I'll watch it:

Ok, for the record I have not seen Indy 4 yet (I'll be seeing that along with everyone else on opening day) but I just couldn't let Michael Phillips of the Chicago Tribune slide on what he said in his review:

"Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" is not slovenly in terms of craft, but this script fails its interpreters utterly. Indiana Jones—let's be honest—never was a memorable movie character.

Oy vey.

Ok...and here's my good natured rebuttal sent to him via e-mail:

Ahem.

I have to take issue with your statement ' Indiana Jones - let's face it - never was a memorable movie character.'

Are you serious, dude? Are you really talking about the character that put Harrison Ford on the map as a leading man? The one folks know him better for than Han Solo, that guy form that other successful movie franchise he starred in? The character that Spielberg says all you have to do is show his silhouette and you'd recognize him? The character that's ranked #2 in the AFI's Top Motion Picture Heroes, behind Atticus Finch? That character?

(That whole bit works best if you can imagine my voice going up an octave with each rhetorical question, kind of like Stewie Griffin.)

Puh-leeze. If you don't think Indy's all that memorable, stop smoking whatever it is you're smoking because you've lost too many brain cells as it is.

;-)

Of course, that little wink at the end means that my jibe is meant in good fun, but the guy really should watch how he throws his pronouncements around. I practically did a spit take when I read that in the paper yesterday.

'Never was a memorable character?' You've gotta be kidding me!

I dig the Green Rabbit Man and the Obi-Wan Kenobi wannabe on this cover. Plus it looks like Chewie was on 'roids at this time in the series.

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