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Cher détesteurs de toute chose neuves et originales,
Ce film sera une autre bijou de la part de Luc Besson:
Et si vous voulez vous appeler de vrais fana de la bonne Sci-Fi, vous lui donnerez une chance de se prouver, avant (!) de l’enterrer.
C’est vrai que ce film sera probablement davantage pour le public mature de science-fiction, pour ceux qui savent qu’il y a plus que les Transformers le cinquante-cinquième film, ou Star Wars: nous raconterons la même histoire avec de nouveaux acteurs encore et encore.
Et aussi pour ceux qui veulent, et sont capables de regarder quelque chose de nouveau, avec les yeux et un esprit ouvert!
Le BD de Valérian et Laureline qui existait depuis 1967 est un nouveau motif pour beaucoup de gens, une BD à vous couper le souffle à explorer, original et connu de tous les adeptes de romans graphiques originaux, élaborés et totalement fantastiques, même bien au-delà des frontières françaises.
Donc, au lieu de prouver au monde entier votre ignorance née d’esprits étroit, en tirant sur quelque chose qui n’a jamais été fait au part avant, et qui n’est même pas encore sorti, essayez d’apprendre quelque chose de nouveau, de lire quelque chose que vous ne connaissez pas et de donner une chance réelle à quelque chose de différent, qui pourrait vraiment vous plaire!
Ou alors, arrêtez de babiller sur le manque d’originalité à Hollywood, si VOUS êtes ceux qui bloquent tout ce qui se passe en dehors de vos vieux chemins habitué!
Dear haters of all things original and new,
This will be another Besson gem.
And if You want to call yourselves Sci-Fi Fans, You will give it a burl, before (!) burying it.
It will probably be more for the mature Sci-Fi Fan audience though, for those aware that there is more out there than the odd Transformers the twenty-fifth movie, or Star Wars-we’re retelling the same story with new actors. And for those willing and able to watch something new, with an open mind!
The BD of Valérian et Laureline that existed from 1967 is breathtaking new grounds to explore, utterly original and known to all adepts of original, elaborated and utterly fantastic graphic novels even far beyond the french borders.
So instead of proving your narrow minded ignorance to the whole world, by bashing something that hasn’t been done before, or hasn’t even come out yet, try learning something new, reading something you haven’t known about and give something different a chance!
Or, stop babbling about the lack of originality in Hollywood, if YOU are the ones blocking anything outside your own old and worn out paths!
Facebook: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only…
Es ist ein Mythos, dass Albert Einstein schlecht in der Schule war. Manche seiner Biographen haben das System von Schweizer Noten einfach nicht verstanden – Eine Sechs ist darin das beste, was du kriegen kannst. Und weil Einstein seine Matura an der Aargauer Kantonschule machte und sein Zeugnis von Fünfern und Sechsern nur so wimmelte, war er eben nicht schlecht, sondern gut in der Schule. Ausser im Französisch; da bekam er eine Drei.
Another myth that needs to be debunked, Albert #Einstein was NOT a bad student. Many of his biographers did simply not understand the Swiss school grading system. The Swiss system uses grades/marks from 1 (very poor) to 6 (the best you can get) while Germany uses the opposite (1 is the best, and 6 very poor) so Einstein was actually pretty good in school. Except for his French, were he got a poor mark of 3. (Below 4 is usually equal to a failed class)
The Doctor Falls
Isn’t it cute, how the hipster “I call myself a fan, but actually I just love to hate it” crowd, call themselves experts these days and hate everything typically Doctor-Whoish about Doctor Who? What actually made this show what it is today? What makes it so different and special? Just because it’s become so fashionable to diss everything with stolen words these days? They didn’t get half the nods, either out of genuinely not knowing the show and its past, or simply because they were being too busy live-tweeting how bad it all is and how utterly boring the show has become, to even notice. Let me tell You, from someone who has watched and loved this show for almost half a Century now, this “finale” if you may call it that, was made in the great tradition of the other regenerations, semiregenerations, endings and beginnings, and will even rank in my personal top three of all times, as far as pace, acting, storytelling, loving nods, references and touching homages count.
This adorably sweet-scary-edge-of-seat-sitting finale was a deep deep bow by Capaldi, Moffat and the team, to all who came before them, and deserves ten curtain calls.
Do any of the haters realise how many Doctors he quoted in this season finale alone? Or where the Tardis actually landed when he met One? What planet it was? Does the Tenth Planet ring a bell? No? Yea, thought so. Or any of this stuff…
“Sontarans! Perverting the course of human history!”
“Without hope, without witness, without reward”.
“I know you’ve fallen”
“It’s the scarecrows – new ones!”
“I don’t want to go!”
“When The Doctor was me”
“Without hope, without witness, without reward” (yes, I adore River, so she gets two mentions for that fact alone.)
“While there’s tears, there’s hope,” doesn’t that remind you of Pertwee’s last words?: “A tear, Sarah Jane? No, don’t cry. While there’s life there’s…”
The master and his dancing wheelchair…
I could go on and on… And I’m sure I missed many more, simply because my first encounters with the Doctor were in Italian 😉
Missy’s display of empathy, because she’s a woman… that one actually reminded me of Douglas Adams’, POV-gun storyline. (Douglas Adams having written some of my favourite DW storylines in the past, this could very well be another nod. After all, Moffat and Capaldi know their Doctor Who well, very well!)
The landing on the tenth planet, where it all began? That was some utterly gobsmacking telly! With the brilliant David Bradley returning as the first Doctor/Hartnell. “The Doctor? Dear me, no. I’m the Doctor. The original, you might say.” Oh, I can’t wait for the Christmas episode…
His speech: “… I do what I do because it’s right! Because it’s decent. And above all, it’s kind. It’s just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live … maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, maybe there’s no point in any of this at all, but it’s the best I can do, and I will stand here doing it until it kills me. You’re going to die, too, someday. When will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall.”
I mean, come on! That was bloody brilliant. That was a mic drop moment.
Ok, yes, the Bill/Pilot thing reminded me a bit too much of the Clara/Ashildr departure in the last series finale. But hey, the universe is big enough for four badass girls in their respective flying (time) machines. And yes, since the pilot can fly everything, I’m sure she can get a hold of a time machine as well… thus flying the Tardis being no problem. I think Bill deserved her very own, very unique happy end. As unique as she was. But that’s just me. Because I really liked her. Bill was heartwarming and innocent with a heart of gold and Nardole was a funny, sweet devoted and humble sidekick. And he was adorable! I don’t understand all the hate they are getting. The interactions of all three characters were absolutely hilarious. And each story had something to take back into reality. Something good. Something about sacrifice, decency, love, compassion and respect. Classic beautiful storytelling.
All together; It was a very beautiful series finale, filled with so much love, I even shed a few tears! It reminded me of why I fell in love with this show, many many years ago. Yes, I admit it. I remembered what I felt like as a little kid, hiding behind the sofa with her teddy bear in her arms, but her eyes still fermly glued to the screen. Fading out the entire world around her. (I remember, my mind being like the Tardis, flying into the vortex when the show began. The first few notes really drew me in…)
This finale gives me hope for the future of this franchise; It will be good! “The Doctors will return at Christmas” indeed, and what a present this will be for those willing to take it in…
It saddens me to see how much was missed by those eager to hate everything. Watching something with wondering eyes and an open mind, seems impossible for them. But bashing all and everyone who dare speak up and actually like it and saying so out loud, is not impossible for them; It’s daily business.
I mean, writing a hateful review shredding an episode to confetti, before the episode even aired, just because the name Moffat appears, doesn’t make you cool, it makes you a pathetic angry little troll. Critiquing some factual errors, or poor acting, plot holes, with logical arguments is one thing, hating everything for hates’ sake is another.
To me, Doctor Who was and still is about hope, is about love and bigger goals. It’s about not giving up, even when life throws thousands of Mondasian Cybermen at you. It is humanistic to its core. It is about dreams and imagination. It’s about believing in greater good! And to truly understand its beauty you must be willing to abandon yourself in the stories to a certain extent, immerse into this crazy, colourful, weird universe. And enjoy it for a while. It is about rediscovering your inner child. Remembering what it felt like when gran told you a bedtime story.
Try it. It will enhance your life dramatically. It’s your choice to hate everything coming your way, or trying to see the beauty in it. You will always find hate and love in the same places. It just depends on what YOU are looking for!
As Missy said, “It’s time to stand with the Doctor!” Or stop watching…
This season I would like to ask of some of you to have the heart and send a little note or card to a friend’s son. He has aspergers syndrome and is really having a hard time with reading/writing. I’m sure there’s some families on here who can even relate with that. His mother Katie’s hopes are that with his own PO Box and key he may grow excited to read the letters and cards and hopefully even respond back to some of you! I know you guys have what it takes to get this kid interested. He’s really worked through some sensory complications recently for pencil/pen to paper and his mom wishes she could get him excited to use this new super power he has.
They’re not asking for gifts.
They don’t need donations and this isn’t a go-fund-me or anything like that.
Just good ol’ fashioned Christmas cheer is what they really need this season.
p.s. Lucas is going to be turning 11 on December 1st. He’s into Star Wars, Computers, Video game design, YouTube video reviews on just about everything, He enjoys riding his off road scooter, Space ships/ Astronauts, Serious Facts,and Nerf Guns, animals seem to love him so much they have moved in. He has 1 cat, 1 golden retriever, 2 guinea pigs, 2 goldfish, and a varied amount of strays who have come to live in his yard from the nearby farms. He loves dressing up in costumes and playing the roles quite seriously.
This is his Adress:
PO BOX 590
Perry, MI 48872
A little word from his mom: “This has already become so much more than just being excited to read, It’s a complete adventure. From my heart to yours – Katie Willson”
Does anyone know any Star Wars movie folks, who could send him a little card with apersonal word or two, as well?
Cheers and Swissmamahugs,
Sorry, guys, but about all the Doctor Who predictions and spoilers leaking everywhere, I will not read them, and I will not comment or like any blogpost or post about it either! My reasons:
- Moffat lies! The Doctor lies! The BBC lies!
- #DoctorWho (since Tom Baker) has always made me feel like a little kid again, when watching it for the first time, many many years back. There were no spoilers back then, we only knew when and were it would be on. One or two weeks ahead we might have started wondering and guessing if it would still scare us as much as last year’s episode (a thing we never admitted to our friends, but of course it did. Every year, it did scare us.) And then we sat down in front of the telly, fully stuffed after an abundant Christmas dinner with the family, satisfied, tired and anxious, half hiding under the Christmas tree, darkness outside, and we watched! With all our minds. With surprise, astonishment eager suspense in our eyes, attentive (!) not live tweeting or analysing what was different from what had been announced, and trying to come up with snarky recaps in 140. We just marvelled at the story, frightened at times, hiding behind the sofa occasionally, but with huge eyes and an open mind. And it blew us away. Because we did not expect it, we did not know. So, please remind yourselves that this is what made Doctor Who a legend (besides the great stories of course): our own childlike eyes and mind. Don’t spoil it, don’t pseudo overanalyse every breadcrumb thrown at you from the producers and the BBC, just for a few clicks. Wait! Be patient! An rediscover what all children know, the thrill of anticipation is the best thrill of all! And last but not least
- Moffat lies. The BBC lies. So, it’ll all be different anyway…
A very merry Christmas to all of YOU, and may peace, love and childlike joy and amazement be with you! Always!