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In honor of my most recent re-read of The Fifth Elephant
This was their relationship, right?
If i had a nickel for every time Ewan McGregor was in a movie that had a highly stylized musical number featuring a version of "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend," I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
On the one hand: the visual of the lightning strike animating the creature is deservedly iconic. I love it! The drama is unparalleled! It beautifully emphasizes the harnessing of forces beyond one's control and evokes the simultaneous beauty and danger of what's being created.
On the other hand: it does absolutely undermine the idea that Frankenstein has pulled this off by his own hand alone when it takes what is literally, clasically known as an act of god to imbue the creature with the spark of life. I can't unsee it.
Seeing ads for tiktok on tumblr is like hearing someone say, "Hey! I see you like gardening! It looks like one of the ways you occasionally engage with your environment is to brush the dirt off of fresh-picked produce before eating it. HAVE YOU CONSIDERED SHOVELING DIRT INTO YOUR MOUTH??"
The year is 2040. Michael Bublé is doing a series of performances in Vegas. On December 1st, his set list switches to 90% Christmas music, just as planned.
His set starts with an empty stage and familiar backing vocals: ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom boom-boom ba-boom... Then. With no marketing, no press release, no social media teasers, the spotlight reveals Ryan Reynolds on the mic, and he launches into Santa Baby in a slutty, purring voice.
Michael Bublé joins him onstage, crooning along in a duet. The lyrics are a blend of Bublé's cover and the original, with both men switching between "baby" and other pet names, and every instance of "Santa, buddy" has been changed to "Santa, Daddy." It's the redemption of the century.
I just think that more people would send each other postal mail if they realized it costs less than a dollar to make your friend open their mailbox and see a drawing of a cat licking its butt
If I had a nickel for every time an increasingly isolated protagonist was riding in a van with an unorthodox but happy family and musing on their place in the world while the family sang along to a David Bowie song, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't much, but it's weird that it happened twice.
