That guy that took a picture of his phone, then took a picture of the camera taking that picture, then took a picture of that camera taking that picture, and so on...
I myself once learned 380 digits of π, when I was a crazy high-school kid. My never-attained ambition was to reach the spot, 762 digits out in the decimal expansion, where it goes "999999", so that I could recite it out loud, come to those six 9s, and then impishly say, "and so on!"
Loudly and intrusively hating things that other people like.
If someone likes a terrible show or movie or musician or whatever else... just let them like their thing. It's okay to state your point if you somehow get dragged into a conversation on the merits of a given thing, but making a point of shitting on something that someone likes when they're in no way harming you is just shitty behavior, and it's not going to accomplish anything.
And no, I don't care if there's good reason to believe that Tyrannosaurs weren't fluffy like owls, I still want a decent artist's depiction of a T. rex with owl-level fluff.
I approach this from the other side. I'm (more or less) straight, but I watched Labyrinth on a loop when I was a little kid. If it was possible to be turned gay, then David Bowie would have turned me queerer than a three dollar bill.
I'm out of the loop. Is this ball balancing image a political metaphor with which I'm not familiar, or is this just demonstrating the weird arbitrary limitations put on AI image generators?
That sounds awesome, and isn't that terribly expensive, honestly. My wife and I went on a similar route road trip for our honeymoon a few years ago and it was in that same ballpark of cost, between car rental, hotels, and other expenses.
There's no fucking way that a kid raised from infancy like Harry was, in a abusive hateful household that treated him like dirt, would have enough strength of character to pull shit like the "Give it here, Malfoy" scene after having been out of the Dursley household for less than a couple weeks. Think about how the Dursleys would have reacted every time young Harry tried to stand up for himself. It would have been nonstop physical and mental abuse, all aimed at making him more subservient. It would take a miracle for a kid like that to be even vaguely functional as a person, and he certainly wouldn't have the ability to stand up for himself, let alone others.
complaining about jellicle in Cats would be a lot like walking out of a Smurfs movie complaining about "Man, they sure do say 'Smurf' a lot."
Thing is, there's a lot about the source material that, if you're not there for it, then you shouldn't even be in the theatre. No plot, sexy cat monsters, absurd lyrics, that's all there from the beginning. No, the 2019 movie is fucked up in ways that have nothing to do with T. S. Eliot or Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Scott's first cut of Legend ran 125 minutes long. He then believed there were minor plot points that could be trimmed and cut the film down to 113 minutes, so he tested this version for an audience in Orange County. However, it was decided that the audience had to work too much to be entertained, and another 20 minutes was cut. The 95-minute version was shown in Great Britain and then the film was cut down even further to 89 minutes for North America.
At the time, Scott said, "European audiences are more sophisticated. They accepted preambles and subtleties whereas the U.S. goes for a much broader stroke." He and Universal delayed the North American theatrical release until 1986 so that they could replace Jerry Goldsmith's score with music by Tangerine Dream, Yes lead singer Jon Anderson, and Bryan Ferry.
Scott allowed Goldsmith's score to remain on European prints and the composer said, "that this dreamy, bucolic setting is suddenly to be scored by a techno-pop group seems sort of strange to me". Normally, Goldsmith would spend 6–10 weeks on a film score, but for Legend, he spent six months writing songs and dance sequences ahead of time.
The Goldsmith score is... fine, I guess, but it doesn't convey the intense 80s-ness of the movie as well as Tangerine Dream. It's like Flash Gordon or Highlander without the Queen songs.
Or possibly Las Vegas.