If you’re reading this blog there is a good chance that you are like me, someone who every once in a while imagines infinity, the universe, and what lies beyond. There is also a good chance that you’ve googled or wikied string theory and multiple universe theories and pondered the significance of Schrödinger’s Cat. Or I could be a nerd. A nerd about to blow your mind.
District 9 is something that I have been looking forward to for a while. Neill Blomkamp came onto my nerdar when he released his Halo short films. I quickly checked out his other shorts and was duly impressed. His ability to integrate CG elements into what looked like documentary footage was impressive and marked this young director as someone to watch. I’m glad he has finally gotten the chance at a big production (produced by another of my favorites Peter Jackson).
What follows is not a normal theatrical trailer but a production promo and it should be noted that it does give plot away, so if you want to go into this film cold and without knowledge of the plot do not click play.
“I don’t like what Operation Iraqi Freedom has done to me. I went to the war a soldier; I came back a vampire.” From the opening line I knew Mario Acevedo’s The Nymphos of Rocky Flats was going to be fun. I was right. The hero of our tale is one Felix Gomez, formally an infantryman and human, now he is an undead private investigator. Nymphos is about exactly what you think it is. An outbreak of nymphomania on a government base in Rocky Flats leads the assistant manager to call in Felix to investigate. What he uncovers is a giant conspiracy involving the government, Roswell, and a group of crazed European vampire hunters. Also it’s a lot of fun.
he stood on a field so green he could taste it in his pores. the wind created arabesque designs around him. from here he could see everything and beyond. much later, after many lives were lived and miles traveled, he would look back at this moment and realize that this was the place where he found god in himself. if he squinted he could see the end of the world. its snow capped peaks towering even from this distance. thats where she lived.
she stood on the frozen precipice, her breath frosted in the air each tiny particle a different memory of their time together. she didnt feel the cold, the dead cant feel. part of her knew she should feel something but it was a primal memory of life in a time forever ago when her cheeks flushed red with excitement. when her lips knew the taste of others and her fingers knew the face of love.
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