I think, when it comes to certain genres, you have to allow for suspension of disbelief, otherwise you end up having conversations like I had last week: some friends and I were wondering whether the monster from “Frankenstein” was able to reproduce sexually…

Anyway, here’s a link to Insultingly Bad Movie Physics, which is along the same lines as this post here except it deals with improbably cinema science. Maybe someone should come up with Insultingly Bad Movie Supernaturality!

http://intuitor.com/moviephysics/index.html

…the reason I really reacted to what this guy was writing is that I’ve been guilty of this very same thing…

yeah, recently i’ve been giving a lot of thought to how i define myself by my relationship to others, particularly “enemies”, and particularly enemies who are just like me. it indicates that something’s missing in my character. i’ve realized that it’s no different to the government inventing an “al qaeda” to justify their own existence. i only do that shit when i feel i’ve got nothing to offer the world, so i may as well fight something. that something is just me in disguise. maybe when i grow up i won’t do it anymore.

don’t apologize though. 1) we are all tools for each other’s self-actualization, 2) hill had it coming!

and we could sit around all day scoffing at moronic movie reviews.

Yeah, good call. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on me when I wrote this. I guess the reason I really reacted to what this guy was writing is that I’ve been guilty of this very same thing a million times, and it’s something I’d like to put to rest as I really feel like it just doesn’t get me anywhere.

So consider this as me attempting to let go of this style of thought and writing. Apologies to Hill for using him as a tool for my own self-actualization.

if this shit is what passes for content on beliefnet, i’m sure they’ll make an absolute fortune. shit is what appeals to the mainstream, whether that shit be bland or otherwise.

For starters, the way these characters meet–both screaming, beer spraying, each one hearing the other scream, each one seeing the other clearly–is contrary to everything I’ve read about such things.

he obviously hasn’t read “non-telepathic communication with beer-spraying ghosts”. but seriously, what’s this guy saying? it’s contrary? may as well come right out and call it heretical. if it isn’t like everything else then it doesn’t exist, and all that. here’s some heresy: maybe scratchy’s skeleton is a magic xylophone.

gee, it sure felt good to get that off my chest.

I mean, we could sit around and scoff all day at screenwriters for not obeying the “laws” of the paranormal, but where does that really get us?

and we could sit around all day scoffing at moronic movie reviews. same thing, it makes us feel better about ourselves, that’s all. the chocolate bar is symbolic of how people derive comfort from this behaviour.

he may be a nerd but you’re just trying to prove you’re not a nerd (or that you’re a bigger one) by bullying him. your chocolate bar remains to be eaten. and now that i’ve written this, so does mine.