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Guillermo del Toro has a track record of memorable films spanning the last three decades. Even those unenthusiastic about cinema have seen one or more of his films and probably appreciated action movies such as BLADE II (2002) or HELLBOY (2004), with PAN’S LABYRINTH (2006) often cited as a favorite of film buffs. At the same time, it has to be acknowledged that del Toro’s work has become different in the past ten years. You could say it’s more personal.
The mentioning of certain names will excite not only fans left right and center. They’re far bigger than the ordinary star or celebrity, and their status is rarely challenged.
An essay on the conflict of rating products without acknowledging their true value.
In the past 120 years there’s been no shortage of good films. There’s also been bad films. And then there’s been those films that forever etch into your mind. From the very first screening, it is impossible to ever forget them. Hip shot in a wheat field? Ask any millennial and 25 years later, they’ll know it’s GLADIATOR. Ask anyone fifteen minutes after watching GLADIATOR 2 and they probably won’t even be able to tell you the name of its protagonist.
Everyone is talking about AI these days. And while it is maybe a bit too early to really speak of actual intelligence replacing humans on a wide scale, there’s new possibilities coming along in AI’s tide. If anything, machines are designed to enable us to do things normally impossible or simply not cost effective. Which brings us to audiobooks by self-publishing authors.
This is the first chapter of my upcoming novel CARLTON HILL. It’ll be avbailable on Amazon for kindle or as a paperback on August 22. …
Langston O’Neil woke up automatically after only four hours of sleep. It was early in the morning. Desire was still asleep when he rose out of bed. He made coffee and drank it. He did not feel like eating. Not at all.
The dig site out of Capua was getting bigger and bigger. Dr. Rhodes feared they might accidentally violate the boundaries of the territory the government had granted them for their archaeological excavations.
‘Dr. Valentine?’ he called out to is Italian colleague. ‘I think we should check the GPS before the ditch is getting too big.’
It had rained the night before and there were drops of water on the leaves. The bamboo had that distinctive smell to it, but that was not what she loved the most about it. It was that there were numerous stalks, growing in all directions, but there was never a clear path leading through them. Every time you came back, you took a different route through the bamboo grove, brushing over the stalks with your hand, going left, then right, maybe headed east for a while, until you felt like going north, or south.
The cinematic realm is flooded with superhero films, as they’ve become a new staple of the industry. A new Batman film though sparks a different …
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