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The Imperator Strikes Back!

18 Jul

Dagens awesome är denna fantastiskt välgjorda mashup: om Mad Max: Fury Road hade utspelat sig i Star Wars galax.

Cross-overn som behöver hända.

24 Jan

Doctor Who + Supernatural + Sherlock = awesomesauce.

via SuperWho.

Döda hobbitar klär inte i rutigt

16 Nov

Den första filmatiseringen av Sagan om Ringen kom inte 1978 som många tror, utan redan 1944. (Den måste alltså ha byggt på Tolkiens första utkast eller work-in-progress?) Humphrey Bogart spelar Frodo, Sydney Greenstreet är Gandalf, Marlene Dietrich är Galadriel, Peter Lorre är Gollum och Orson Welles är Saruman. Endast fragment av filmen återstår, men de får oss att tråna efter en tidsmaskin så att vi kan åka tillbaka och se hela:

/Karin Bogart

Dagens mashup-bilder

7 Sep

Vi började med kapten Han Spock of Serenity Valley och Doctor Whinchester. Idag:
Edgar Allan Poe + The Crow =
Quoth the Crow: You heard me rapping, right?

Kalle & Hobbe + Game of Thrones =
Massacre of the snow Others!

Pride & Prejudice & Zombies + X-Men First Class =
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a mutant in possession of mind-reading ability must be in want of a partner.

They might be dead, God damn it, but they’re still Englishmen!

18 Mar

Quirk Classics har gjort en jättefin trailer för Dawn of the Dreadfuls, förhistorien till Pride and Prejudice and Zombies:

Boken kommer i slutet av mars – boka gärna ett ex, annars är det risk att vi får för få!

Snart kommer det fler zombier!

4 Mar

Har du läst Pride and Prejudice and Zombies? (Självklart har du läst Pride and Prejudice and Zombies!) Undrar du hur det gick till när de onämnbara odöda började resa sig ur sina gravar i det idylliska 1800-talets England? Vill du veta mer om hur Elizabeth Bennet och hennes systrar tränades i de dödliga konsterna och lärde sig slakta zombier med sina bara händer? Självklart! Då ser du alltså fram emot Dawn of the Dreadfuls – förhistorien till P&P&Z! Den kommer i slutet av mars och kan redan nu förhandsbokas, på nätet för postorder, eller i din butik om du vill komma in till oss och handla.

To bite or not to bite?

30 Nov

Rödskjortorna gick åt i drivor, som de brukar. Vi följer upp det episka Buffy-inlägget med ett gäng tall, dark and brooding blodsugare – vem tar hem den här titeln?

Mest melodramatiska vampyr

”It’s not the demon that needs killing in me, Buffy. It’s the man.”

” I am not human, Sookie. I am vampire.”

”I’m the world’s most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could outrun me! As if you could fight me off. I’m designed to kill.”

Mr Darcy
”I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost is lost forever.”

”Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
Se även den här versionen och den här essän.

To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.