Ridley Scott’s Prometheus Gets the Treatment

(So T of V just got hold of the actual original treatment for Ridley Scott’s would-be magnum opus Prometheus. A treatment, in film-making terms, is the written outline of a proposed project that hits upon the highlights of a movie in hopes of getting a studio to pony up the big bucks to produce it. If you saw Prometheus, and were a bit perplexed by it, maybe this behind the scenes look at what they were thinking prior to making it will help you come to some understanding.

But will it answer the biggest question of all: Why would someone allot upwards of $150 million dollars to make this?)

Why Man of Steel is a Classic

This is a spoiler-heavy breakdown of last year’s Man of Steel movie. So if you haven’t watched it, but have an interest in seeing it—

The fuck is wrong with you? Why haven’t you seen it already? Damn!

I have no sympathy. None.

Brainwave’s Final Notion

The mastervillain sits in his coffee nook nursing his third cup of the morning and thinking vigorously. Normally it is not so strenuous coming up with a brilliant notion, not for the elite criminal who dared to dub himself Brainwave. Lately, though, it has become difficult.

Maybe it’s due to BW’s nemesis, Captain Babyballs. Could he be training some kind of mind-numbing stupid ray on Brainwave from his orbiting headquarters?

The Planet that Didn’t Want to be Found, part three

Stone yelled like a maniac and rushed the twins. Taken by surprise, he actually knocked through them before either could pull their laser and got behind his ship ahead of their recovery. He heard the parents vainly remonstrating with their brutish children, but the sound of their stomping tread still came his way. Not wanting to shoot either one of them (and, honestly, he wasn’t sure the firepower he was packing would stop them) Stone decided he had no choice but to attempt a desperate gambit.

The Planet that Didn’t Want to be Found, part two

A second shot narrowly skimmed by Stone as he fled towards his ship. He rolled behind the craft, hoping he was out of sight of the shooter, and drew his sidearm. But nothing else happened right away. For tense minutes he waited, fearing to move a muscle. He never noticed the person who crept up behind him until its hand was on his shoulder and flipping him over onto his back. The assailant then dropped a knee onto Stone’s chest and pinned him to the ground.

The Planet that Didn’t Want to be Found

The planet shouldn’t have even been there. When Riley emerged from jumpspace, he had expected to rendezvous with his partner Stone in a clear sector of space. Instead, he’d nearly been pulled into the gravity of a small world that was inexplicably very much present. Upon recovery after the near disaster, Riley studied the improbable planet.

The Planet of Dreams

“It’s coming up now,” Sam announced.

Helen ran her fingers excitedly over his back as she leaned over Sam and gazed at the monitor.

“A world of our own,” she said, half in awe. “Are we finally here? Can we actually be about to land?”

Running for Sanctuary

We’re travelling along a deserted landscape, while quietly but slowly increasing, two beautiful musical notes repeat. Off in the distance we see a handful of large crystalline domes huddled together on the plain. The two notes build and swell on the soundtrack until, at the moment of crescendo, they become a glorious sequence of chords as we are upon the domes. And then, we’re in.

Inside, there’s a city. A wondrous city of lights and speeding vehicles. An undulating tube shoots sleek cars across the synthetic sky. We see glittering technological pyramids and other geometric shapes that are undefined by our experience. The music becomes staccato, shimmering, as synthetic as the city but somehow more fantastic.

Nerd Triathlon the Deuce

So, due to no particular demand whatsoever, I’m embarking on a second Nerd Triathlon. In case you missed the first one, this is a semi-regular feature on T of V. (Well, I’m making it one anyway).

Check out the first event here.

The Nerd Triathlon begins when I select three topics of interest to the genre-loving folk. The cosplayer type. The fanboy or fangirl. In short, the nerd. Then, I rant briefly on each topic. That’s the running part, the only running this large body of water ever does. Let’s go!

Ender’s Game: Thoughts Rendered by Ansible*

*Ansible means the internet in the Ender-verse….

So it comes out Friday, a film version of a book I have loved since I was the age of Ender Wiggin when he pulled the trigger on the Bugger race.

Oh, by the way: FUCKING SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Not that the trailers haven’t given away the whole story anyway.)