Avernus

...okay, when your finalist friend has been blogging more than you have, you know you've been lazy too long.

I have been working though, which is something of an excuse. I'm trying to get both my final essays finished by the time Nee-sama finishes her last exam done on Wednesday, which means I need to get one of them done this evening. Curses. This *would* be the time when the Ban-chan and Jackal fic bunnies start biting again. I have also been a busy-bee making a Your Wings Are Mine winamp skin, which I hope to post if I get permissions from Aoi-chan. Here's hoping. I sent it off to her yesterday, anyway. Went quite well, in a horrifically tasteful way.

So, nee-sama and I went to see Matrix Reloaded. And.....well, it wasn't *quite* as shite as I was expecting. Though admittedly that would be quite tricky. I didn't like the first one much, so I wasn't exactly going in with high expectations. I'm not very visual orientated in films, generally - special effects always rather leave me cold, they're never as good as the ones I can make in my head. I much prefer an interesting concept, a clever script, and involving characters - which is why The Lion in Winter is still one of my favourite films. (If you haven't seen it, do. Richard I being slashy with Philip II of France. Dude.) In any case, the Matrix breathtaking factor never really struck, and when that's taken out you're left with pretty poorly acted, somewhat melodramatic, badly scripted moosh. Not much fun.

So I went in thinking I'd find it more laughable than actually *good*, and I was right. So I could sit through the gratuitous sex and primal dancing scene with equanimity, I could put up with the complete absence of good characterisation and good lines, and even Keanu's complete inability to act. I only burst into irrepressible laughter a couple of times ('Trinity....I love you so damned much...' *snorts*). And there were one or two redeeming points. Agent Smith, for one. For lo, he was slashy with himself, and that's *always* amusing. The Twins were certainly worth watching, being as they were vaguely pissy and largely beat the crap out of people, which was nice. And...no, wait, that was all the redeeming features. *sighs* Why couldn't they get a good script writer in? Why? Poor Morpheus....

(Oh yeah, and the kid from the Animatrix who was looking at Neo with big puppydog eyes was fun too ^___^)

I'm planning to write a big rambling entry on Fucked Up Bishies And Why I Love Them, but I don't have time this evening - a Thucydides essay is calling me. Instead, I shall leave you with a song Nee-sama recently introduced me to. See, I'd never listened to any Tori Amos, but I knew she was a friend of Neil Gaiman, so I listened to a couple. And the slow melodramatic ones were very pretty and I liked them muchly. I think Delight/Delirium was partly based on Tori Amos, and this song somehow makes me think of Delirium's tragedy, though I'd be hard-pushed to tell you just why. Anyway, it's pretty, and it's here.

Right. Essay. Not fic.