On the off-chance you haven’t seen Prometheus, better stop reading. This’ll spoil it for you.
I knew what was going to happen when I saw Prometheus. I’d spoiled it for myself, so I’d know precisely when to cover my eyes.
And you know what?
It was glorious. And it was stupid, and rather clever as well, and I loved it.
Continue reading “So. Prometheus…DANG”
Warning; if you haven’t read up to A Feast for Crows in G.R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series, this will spoil at least one plot point for you, though by no means the whole book. Best beware.
Let’s make this clear right off the bat: I don’t like Cersei Lannister.
Hell, when I first read the books I flat out hated her. She constantly made excuses for her inbred shithead of a son, she persecuted Tyrion for things that were completely out of his control, she slept around and was a total hypocrite while she did it, and as for when she got her own POV…
…more on that in a while.
(Oddly enough, though, the incest didn’t really bother me. This is perhaps what comes of being obsessed with Greek mythology from the age of about six.)
Continue reading “So. Let’s talk about Cersei Lannister.”