“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
Pretty. Kong is smaller than I thought he'd be, though.
ReplyDeleteYeah, though I like it that way. It will probably be a little easier to get the physics on him to look right, and it definitely keeps the beast more easy to relate to.
ReplyDeleteOkay, totally got a big stiffy. Peter Jackson should be worshipped as some sort of modern demigod/hero.
ReplyDeleteBlah. Sure it's pretty, but it's King Kong and i've seen it before and colorized it frame by frame. I wish he'd done the adaptation of the Lovely Bones that he'd been talking about. If it proves to be better than King Homer, than I might go see it.
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