THE CREATOR
First, if you’ve seen some of the headlines for reviews of “The Creator”, it’s not as bad as it sounds. But is the story new or original… no.
The good stuff?
I first saw John David Washington (Denzel’s son) in “Tenet”. I liked him there, and that why I gave this movie the benefit of the doubt. And yes, he’s good here too.
Madeleine Yuna Voyles played a child-size robot (a Simulent). She cute and at first it was hard to tell if that was the extent of her talent, but as the movie progressed, she had some very emotional scenes and handled them like a seasoned pro.
Super-hero movies have been bashed lately for bad special effects, but here the effects are well done - mostly robot, flying vehicles, and futuristic sky scrapers. Except for a few goofy looking robots, the art design is great and they are well executed.
The bad?
Artificial Intelligence has been portrayed as cinematic baddies since before the Terminator. This movie tries to paint the US government as the villains but it feels heavy handed. It uses the Viet Nam war as its model.
Every war movie has a hard ass colonel calling the shots and committing atrocities. Here the colonel is played by Allison Janney. She’s pretty one-dimensional, spitting out bullets and eating baby robots. (Kidding!!)
If the writer and director were trying to tell a new story, why were there so many well worn tropes? Once you notice them - they telegraph what will happen next. For instance, Joshua (Washington) is searching for his wife played by Gemma Chan. He thought died five years earlier. She had been pregnant with his child at the time. Washington then finds a child robot who he uses to find his wife. He keeps saying he wishes to see Chan one last time. Meanwhile girl robot just happens to look the age of his child had she lived… you can connect the dots.
Several plot point didn’t make sense. Why do the robots have an on-off switch that’s easily accessible at the side of their heads? During the climactic scenes (which took too long) there is a giant MacGuffin floating above Los Angeles. Over the course of what could only have been an hour, the MacGuffin is suddenly over Southeast Asia - how did it get there so fast?!?
While I won’t spell out the end, remember when I said Joshua keeps saying he wished to see his wife one last time? Be careful what you wish for!
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Since that rumour from that photo, I trully believed she was pregnant and how suddenly she stopped being online/posting stories and even nothing for H’s birthday, I knew it’s coming. It’s just so sweet that both H and Louis became uncles around same time, both had nieces. Truly what a coincidence. It would be just funny that Gemma’s daughter’s name will be revealed by H’s tattoo. And I also fully respect her being private and not posting about anything because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do when I will become a mother.
I believed she was pregnant, as well. The Christmas photo with her and Anne threw me off because Gemma’s face looked the same as always. And yeah, it’s funny that she and Phoebe had their babies just around the same time. I just said the same thing to @blackandwhlteaesthetlc about his tattoo. 🤣🤣🤣
And I fully support you in not splashing your child’s face all over social media.
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Remadora Microfics, Day 6: Sticky
Written for @remadoramicrofics October prompts, 883 words
Written as part of my Occamy-verse AU, so: everybody lives, everybody lives HAPPILY, there will be insane amount of fluff and cuteness, there will be mentions of polyamory.
Disclaimer: I have no idea how children behave, wtf am I even writing…
“Let’s see,” Remus pulled the list and a set of reading glasses from his pocket. “We have books, a cauldron and a set of ingredients…”
“Wand,” Teddy added helpfully, whirling it between his fingers in a trick move that Sirius has been teaching him for the last three weeks.
“Yes, please don’t stab your sister in the eye…”
“I can’t believe the letter still mentions quills and parchments,” Tonks scoffed, looking over his shoulder.
“Changes take time, my love.”
“Can we go eat ice cream now?” Lenore was holding the edge of Dora’s robe, her golden eyes staring at her parents pleadingly. Tonks crouched down next to her, messing the girl’s hair.
“In a little while, my darling Bug. There’s still some shopping we need to do for your big brother.”
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“We’re almost done,” Remus put the list back in his pocket and straightened up looking around for the sign of Madame Malkin’s clothes’ shop. “Robes are the last one on the list and we only need to get the winter coat.”
“In this case, I think ice cream should come first, Rem,” Dora picked her daughter up in her arms. “Unless we want to get the new clothes sticky, right, golden Bug?”
“Ice cream!”
“Sounds like a plan to me!”
Remus exchanged glances with Teddy. It was his day, after all. The boy made a thoughtful face, considering the choices with a solemnity of an eleven-year-old.
“Mum makes a good point,” he finally decided. “I don’t know any cleaning spells yet, and I don’t want a sticky coat.”
“And what about the pet? We won’t have time to go and pick one, Dora.”
All three of them gave him surprised looks. Apparently there has been some discussion happening earlier that he missed.
“I’m taking Pestie to Hogwarts,” Teddy explained. “Auntie and Uncle said it’s okay if I take her with me.”
“Well, if that one is settled too..”
“Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!” Lenore chanted, tapping an excited rhythm on Dora’s shoulder. Remus gave up with a sigh.
They navigated slowly through the crowd of excited students and slightly less excited parents. Diagon Alley was packed at this time of the year, caught in the annual pre-school-year frenzy. It was fortunate they managed to get around their shopping during the new moon - otherwise the noises and other stimuli of the crowd would have been too much for him.
“Rem, you and the kids find a table and I’ll get the desserts,” Tonks declared, passing Lenore to him. “It’s lemon sherbet for you, chocolate for the Bug and salted caramel for Teddy, right?”
“Chocolate!”
He sat down at the furthest table he could find, one that was nestled cosily under a huge straw umbrella. The shade offered a welcome respite. Lenore huddled against his chest, staring at her brother pointedly. She seemed to be thinking something over.
“Teddy, will you be gone for long?” she asked finally.
“Just a bit, Nora. And I’ll write you letters!”
“Da, can I go with Teddy?” she turned her golden eyes at him. Remus smiled, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“You will go soon, little Bug.”
“Soon means when?”
“In a couple more years.”
Lenore scoffed, “That’s not soon at all!”
“You won’t even notice, with everything that will happen in pre-school,” Teddy offered and for some reason that logic seemed enough for her. “Dad, were you nervous before your first year at Hogwarts?”
Remus fell silent for a moment. Somewhere buried deep in his memories was the day he received his letter and the look on his parents’ faces - fear mixed with that terrible suspicion that it must have been a mistake. He shrugged that image away.
“Extremely so. Are you nervous, Ted?”
The boy regarded him thoughtfully for a moment.
“I don’t know which house I want to be sorted to,” he admitted after a while. “I don’t know if I’m as brave as you or Uncle Sirius. I’m not as caring as Mum or as strong as Auntie Gem. Maybe I could be a Ravenclaw? Am I smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, Dad?”
“You are everything you need to be, I promise you,” Remus reached out, pulling the boy closer in a hug. Lenore squealed, joining in.
“Teddy, you are the best!”
“See, your sister is very right about that. It doesn’t matter which house you’re sorted to. You will make us all proud either way.”
For a few blissful moments he held both of his children, a small part of him trying to figure out how in the world he could be so lucky to have them. He spotted Dora coming in with a handful of ice cones. Her pink hair, long and wavy today, danced around her head like a candy-coloured halo. Remus felt a surge of warmth in his chest, a joy that filled him, head to toes. If he could, he would float in the air.
That is, until Dora happened to trip at this exact moment.
In a split second, the smile froze on her face, her eyes widening. Ice cream soared in the air. Remus stared at it, flying towards him and unsuspecting children, rotating in slow motion.
It was probably a good thing they planned robe shopping after the dessert.
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