These are the writings and creations of Terese Mörtvik. Poetry, photographs, illustrations, and assorted texts can be found here, along with other odds and ends. Enjoy your stay!
Well, the trailers are up for this next fantasy blockbuster movie. The Dark Is Rising indeed, Susan Cooper's wonderful series of books have been raped and pillaged and twisted into American commercialism at its worst. My heart aches for one of the brightest memories of my childhood having been violated in this manner.
1) Everyone but two of the cast are American, now that wouldn't necessarily be a problem, but they also sound American. The set even looks American for pity's sake.
2) Will is an angsty teenager with girl troubles instead of a pure and goodhearted 11 year old.
3) Arthurian myth and legend? Arthur who?
4) Seventh son of a seventh son, err.... where are the rest of the siblings?
And just, no.
No, no, no.
But don't take my word for it, look at the trailers.
The American one almost made me cry.
The international one is slightly better, but that will only bring you a false sense of security.
Don't trust the Dark!
The American Trailer for the Dark Is Rising
The International Trailer for The Dark Is Rising
I'm not saying you shouldn't see the movie. I'm going to watch it myself. I'm just going to [pretend] it's a completely different story that has absolutely nothing to do with the original. Which, won't be that far a strentch of the imagination really.
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Yeah, I don't drink. Used to be a Good Templar Youth and everything, but when inspiration strikes, what are you going to do?
A toast to us; for health, and sorrow. Today, tomorrow - long will we reign. Hey friend, remember - if the glass is half empty, it means you can fill it again.
Hospital smell, shoes on rubber floor. He hardly knows the woman in the other room and the man walking out is a stranger. A blank face greets him. So it's over now. Empty words lie heavy in the pit of his stomach. He is not a friend, or a lover, or family. He is no one to this desolate soul. But he is the only one here. Glimmer of a moment. He hesitates. The man takes a seat. Hands clasped, head lowered. This is grief then, hesitations are through. He places his hand on a shaking shoulder, and holds on.
They say that eight of the terrorists in the latest London debacle were doctors. Many people are shocked and dismayed at these news. I am not shocked. Dismayed, yes. Shocked, no. Though it's easy to think that all terrorists are cut from the same block, things are rarely that simply. Both history and literature teaches us that being a doctor does not necessarily equate being a healer. Hippocratic oath? More like hypocrisy. Just goes to show that intelligence and book learning does not replace wisdom and some good old fashioned common sense.
Being that as it may -I quite enjoy a good storm now and again. I actually thought the rain ended much too soon. It was the first real pounding-into-the-ground rain we've gotten this summer. Had I been a few years younger I would have pouted over the fact that we got no thunder, but I like my computer not getting zapped or fried, so I guess I'm ok with that.
