> China is here, Mr Burton. The Chang Sing, the Wing Kong. They've been fighting for centuries. > What does that mean? "China is here"? I don't know what that means. All I know is, this Lo Pan character comes out of thin air in the middle of an alley, while his buddies fly around, cuttin' everybody to shreds, and he stands there, waiting for me to drive my truck straight through him, with light comin' out of his mouth!
@M.A.R. proof: when you love something you want to be closer to it. thew planets gravity draws all things closer. thus gravity is our love for the world drawing us to it
NASA obviously hates the world because they build those rockets to overpower gravity
> And anybody that showed up was gonna join Lem Lee in the hell of being cut to pieces. > Hell of being what? > The Chinese have a lotta hells. > And what the hell is Gracie Law doing here?
> So listen to me when I say that love isn't something we invented. It's observable, powerful. It has to mean something...Maybe it's some evidence, some, artifact of a higher dimension that we can't consciously perceive...Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.
I'm uncertain about the scope of this question. could you provide some more information about the context of how these terms have been used to describe films? — DForck4252 mins ago
@steelersquirrel let's say it's a smart blockbuster that explains its stuff and blows your mind without confusing it. Has all the good things of, say, Logan, and lacks what you don't like about Nolan movies. Cons: probably too dark and brutal for some people's taste
Enough said that it makes me want to watch the director's other works
> You can see things no one else can see, do things no one else can do. > Real things? > As real as Lo Pan. > What more can a guy ask for? > The six-demon bag! > Terrific. A six-demon bag. Sensational. What's in it, Egg? > Wind! Fire! All that kind of thing. > Here's to the army and navy and the battles they have won. Here's to America's colours, the colours that never run. > May the wings of liberty never lose a feather.
