this must be the place

I could snip here, snip there, add some things, and continue Sparrington (approaching epic, dammit) fic. Make it darker to match theme of new film. (Explain the uberbitter).
Except that I wrote it to be fun, and to match the first film.

Without being spoilery, I'm just going to say that I've been comparing DMC to Indiana Jones' second movie, The Temple of Doom. Different. Darker. But not unenjoyable. That being said, it's also the movie where they deleted scenes of characterization and dialogue to fit in more special effects. Thus, it is now the movie where all Characters except for Will (WILL!) have completely gone to hell. There's so much going on they couldn't resolve anything and yet there are more plots and characters to come in the third one (Though I loves Chow Yun Fat and can't wait for him). ARGH!!!!!!! So. Irritating. This vexes me. I am terribly vexed.

Though Johnny is in Newsweek saying he would do a POTC 4 and even a 5 he loves playing Jack so much...There are also comments about the whole Nelly Pirate thing, in the words of John Waters.

Sure, Disney gets points for still including all their old characters. And for the gay joke and playing around with the OTPs. But...DAMMIT! Finish a damn plot first before starting a new one.

Did they learn nothing from the X-files?

Goodness I love Johnny Depp (Crybaby is on Oxygen right now...heavily censored...fucking Oprah. Though seriously, is there anything more ridiculous, or fucking hot, than Johnny Depp warning Allison that "orphans have special needs"?)

Quick note of importance. My apologies for freakout of the other day. I am good now. I am just...surprised is all. That people like my crappy writing. It amazes me. From now on though I shall direct all praise to Pooky, as she is really the one who made me write it.

Also...so far my biography of Marlowe from the library is so boring. I mean...I don't know what I was expecting-- like a Cambridge dorm room under the covers snuggle fest and handjob I guess.

That would be hot. Totally hot. Sexy and brilliant but poor undergrad and his equally poor bedmate shagging to pass the time, all the while Marlowe is in love with some snotty as hell rich kid who doesn't appreciate his education, and they hate each other, but stare at each other with a furious, panting kind of want, that just leaves Marlowe wound up and bitter and frustrated, screwing his roommate desperately. And it turns out his roommate is in love with him, worships him, but he doesn't know it. And...and...this would never ever happen but a girl can dream.

I feel like Pir8fancier. All it needs now is a super goth and intimidating professor with a preference for same snotty rich kid but a watchful eye on that troublesome Marlowe. Considering Marlowe was the only surviving son in his family, I guess that does make him The Boy Who Lived.

I would give such a story....3 dicks I think. Maybe 4 if the prof gets involved.

*munches honey roasted peanuts like a fiend*