If Jack Black doesn’t get an Oscar nom for this, it is proof that sf/action movies are being discriminated against, because he was FLAWLESS as a teenage girl, absolutely invisible behind his character, and that deserves massive recognition of his awesomeness.
(I also appreciate the writing which had both girls calling each other out on perceived issues, and both girls acknowledging the fairness of those call-outs and subsequently valuing each other as equals and becoming buds. No girl-fights here, thank you.)
This movie was far more amazing than it should have been, and I’m pretty sure that was at least 90% because the cast was so fantastic.
Not once in the entire film did I forget Jack Black was a teenage girl. It was one of the most brilliant performances I have ever seen and I still can’t believe I’m saying that about Jack Black in Jumanji II.
Is it tropey as hell? Yes.
Do they subvert some of the tropes some of the time? Heck yes.
Did they know they were going to be tropey as hell and made it the best possible versions of the tropes when they weren’t subverting them? Hell fucking yes.
and that’s all. it’s actually hard finding ugly cats. cats usually look average with one Beauty Feature (special eyes, nice cheekbones, puffy tail), so true ugly is rare & should be cherished
I just had this hyper-realistic dream and like. I don’t even know what to make of this lmao
I was sitting in this park, on a bench, looking up at the night sky and all the stars and stuff, and I blinked and suddenly the entire sky was different. I’m talking different constellations, the sky absolutely packed with billions more stars, some so close they’re massive. I’m like wtf and suddenly I realise there’s an old man sitting next to me, dressed in like 1940s clothing, also looking up at the sky.
before I can ask him if he’s you know, noticed, he speaks, without looking away from the sky.
“this is what the universe really looks like,” he tells me.
“oh,” I say. a pause. “…can you put it back?”
he smiles and nods. I look up. the sky has gone back to normal.
“what do I do with this information?” I ask, looking at him again.
he turns his head and, smiling, looks me dead in the face. "be careful.“
sometimes when Pangur’s screaming nonstop the only solution is to run about the place (and I mean RUN) enticing her into more & more strenuous activities. like oh cool, you can jump three vertical feet? how boutcha do that twenty times in a row. or hey, you know what else is fun….running up & down the stairs for six minutes straight!
only when she’s panting and literally unable to move can I resume whatever the hell else I was doing.
I have bought myself 1 hour of peace
THAT SUPER DID NOT WORK
this Demon dragged the mouse toy back to my work station, & is circling my chair wailing.. I regret every decision that has led to this moment
Pride, Prejudice and Mail Order 