So HotD, as its fans apparently call it, has been low-key cringe for quite a while now. While it is not wholly lacking in virtue, it has done its fair share of pandering to the crazies. The season finale, which I was stupid enough to watch, brought things to a new level.
They brought on a GUY IN A DRESS to play an actual woman. With all their CGI and sound transforming technology, I could immediately tell that something ain't right. And once I figured out the character's name, it turns out she was played by... a bloke who presents a Youtube channel called Philosophy Tube. He looks like this. His name is Oliver Thorn, and he masquerades as Abigail Thorn. Don't you love the names that these cross-dressers pick - the "it's ma'am" fellow called himself "Tiffany", because of course.
Suffice it to say that """"""""SHE"""""""" was flirting with a guy, saying that he has good genes, and that """she""" wants his babies... and that he should therefore lie with """her""" wives. What? I thought: well yeah, you're a bloke - you can't get pregnant, but you do have wives.
It's just a ****show as well as a **** show.
Why am I telling you this? Misery loves company, I guess?
The number of people whom consider the new Dune movie such a wonder-watch depress the absolute fuck out of me.
I shouldn't be surprised. I doubt 90% of the people masturbating about said movie have actually sat down and, y'know, read the fucking book.
The first movie cemented my opinion that the director's knowledge of the Dune universe is a very, very wide puddle - impressive looking at the outside, but immediately goes dry the moment you jump into it. Yet, here we are, people loosing their minds over how supposedly awesome it is.