Gundam Rising @scottbeowulf-blog - Tumblr Blog

I already saw that on Triple H's instagram.

jelizabethl’s response to a WWE article I sent her. Just shows what a WWE-following monster I’ve created.

#jelizabethl

galgadotssss-deactivated2016071

#all mine

jelizabethl

Hemsworth > Pratt > Pine > Evans

scottbeowulf-blog

No, Jamie. We’ve been over this. You were outvoted.

Pine > Hemsworth > Evans > Pratt

The tribe has spoken.

Good News

I know I shared this on facebook but for my scant followers here on the tumblrs, it is my pleasure to announce that I accepted a job as an Assistant District Attorney last week and I’m starting in August. PLUS, this job will let me remain in Athens, the city that has become my second home. So allow me to demonstrate my joy with a symphony of gifs.

Bar Review...

It’s been two weeks of bar review and I already want to jump off a building.

Study buddy at work #Bea #catsofinstagram

#catsofinstagram #bea

Batman

“The story of Batman is, and always will be, a tragedy. Bruce would never have let it be anything else. Batman could live forever. He could escape. But he doesn't. He dies, just like every one of us, even though he doesn't have to. That's his flaw. But it's also his greatest strength. The very thing that makes him immortal. He says, we’re in this together. He says, live bravely in the time you have and smile at the void.”

- Alfred speaking about Batman in Batman #40

This. This is why Scott Snyder will almost assuredly maintain his spot as my favorite Batman writer of all time. He understands the character so well but more importantly, he understands and highlights the aspects of the character that make Batman so powerful, poignant and moving to me.

#Batman #Batman 40 #scott snyder #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth

Drummers, Birdmen and Nightcrawlers

I realize that it has been quite a while since I’ve actually written anything on here, which means I never responded to the Oscars as I usually do. Specifically, I’ve been thinking about the Best Picture scene. As far as the other awards go, I was fairly pleased and don’t have many nitpicks, but now that I’ve had a little time to ruminate, I can’t hold my tongue any longer when it comes to the Academy’s top prize.

First let’s address the actual winner: Birdman. I enjoyed the film - I truly did. I thought it was a technical marvel, Emma Stone made me fall in love with her all over again and completely erased any tarnish lingering from her stint with the ill-fated Amazing Spiderman series, but most importantly to me, Birdman allowed me to watch Michael Keaton turn in a jaw-dropping performance. I’ve always had a fondness for Keaton, whether that be from him being the first film Batman I ever saw or his years of quirky comedic brilliance. In a film about the passion of actors, Keaton poured more of his heart and soul into the camera lens than ever before. He earned all the accolades he received during the awards season. All of that said, Birdman was not my favorite Oscar nominee.

That honor instead goes to a blistering 106 minutes of fervor brought to you by Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons. Yes, loyal tumblr followers, the underdog nominee about an underdog jazz drummer was my hands-down favorite I saw at the Best Picture Showcase. Where Birdman is sly and polished (despite the frenze depicted within), Whiplash is fierce, vicious and frenetic. Tom Cross more than earned that Oscar for Best Editing by making the rehearsal and concert scenes as electric as Teller and Simmons’ livewire performances. All of that is not to say that Whiplash was perfect - it wasn’t - but it was every bit as invigorating as a kick to the chest - or should I say a cymbal lobbed directly at your head.

Now (if you’ve read this far), you might be saying, “Patrick, what’s there to gripe about?” Well now that you’ve asked, let’s talk about the film that wasn’t nominated. Let’s talk about the film that puts the majority of the nominees to shame (American Sniper, Imitation Game, Grand Budapest, Selma - you’re all fine films in your own right but nobody’s this good). Let’s talk about what I think was the best film of 2014: Nightcrawler. Uncompromising, brutal, and totally married to its own agenda rather than someone else’s. Nightcrawler doesn’t want to start a conversation, it merely wants to uncover something floating in the subconscious and leave the viewer to deal with the consequences and ramifications of that revelation. Not only that, Nightcrawler has Jake Gyllenhaal turning in a jaw-dropping performance. He teases and toys with the audience, showing glimpses of what lies beneath but never fully coming clean. He will make you smile and simultaneously horrify you with what that smile implies, that you are somehow complicit with his monstrous journey. So in a year where much ink was spilled about who wasn’t nominated, in my opinion the greater disappointment came with what wasn’t nominated.