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OK, Laurell is doing her own rant at the moment, so you’ll either read it after mine, or have already done so. I love multipule computers.
OK here’s the rant. Or more accuratly, a guffaw.
I’ve not laughed this much at a serious movie since Leprechaun in the Hood.
Point One: The opening sequance. If a “normal” human body fell off the top of a building, it would crack the concreat of the sidewalk when it hits. but apparently, the vampires in this world…. oops, Vampyres have the ability to ignore Newton’s Laws. The whole Conservation of energy one. Sorry, my science background makes me question the suspension of disbelife.
Point B: Just how much ammunition are you packing? I think Laurell makes this point succently in her post.
Point eye-eye-eye: (That’s iii for those of you playing along at home; its because I have difficulty sticking to one numbering system.) The trusting Vampire er vampyre… I just can’t wrap my head around that poncy spelling. If you were a power-crazed totalitarian warlord, would you trust another power-crazed totalitarian warlord to share fairly and wake you up when its yourtime to take over? I wouldn’t. I check the alarm in our bedroom every night, just to make sure someone hasn’t fidgeted with it to make me over sleep. I’d be even less trusting if I was a Vampire bent on world domination.
Point delta: (see, that pesky numbering thing creeps up again) Where is the world domination? Exactly what are the vamps trying to achieve with their grand society? I get what the lichen er Lycanthropes were after. They were doing a Sparticus but there needs to be some sort of list of demands… you know, like Martin Luthor or the American Reveloution. I could understand if the slavery was from “a time before time” but for less than a mellinium, please. Four maybe Five hundred years is all this movieis giving the Vamps and fungi to get a comunial society, then throw it down the toilet with a war that the movie states has been going on for over SIX hundred years. Oh, Continuity Checker! I can see the wires suspending my disbelief. It appears that the writer is hanging on one of them and sawing throught it gleefully with his pen.
Point the Sixth: (I’m beginning to repeat myself) Its a minor point, but what’s with all the vamps at the front of the mansion. None of them do a damn thing, even for window dressing. I’m guessing their point of Immortal existance is to stand about like a great bunch of Gits.
Ok, I’m tired and want to go to bed.
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