As someone with a heavily autistic niece I absolutely hate this trope in movies. I know it mostly comes from a good place of trying to show that autistic children can be exceptional but it also in my opinion puts out a misguided sense of expectation on actual people with autism and I feel it also somewhat invalidates the potential struggles of people living with it.

When I've explained to people before that my niece is autistic they seem to usually lean into the topic with the idea that she's amazing at maths or has an exceptional memory or has to arrange things in specific ways. No, what mostly happens is that she has random meltdowns that can't be explained or rationalised and something that brought her great comfort one day can suddenly become the literal stuff of nightmares to her without even the slightest hint of an explanation as to why. She can literally go from calm and relaxed one second to headbutting the wall because maybe a butterfly flew past the window and she didn't care for it. The best way I can describe it as imagine that somebody you love is in absolute terror or agony and they don't have the means to tell you what's wrong so it continues until via sheer dumb luck you happen to notice a pattern or stumble across something that relieves it temporarily.

This is why I dislike the trope, because some people's lives are actual Hell with autism but the movies usually try to frame it as just someone being a little quirky or eccentric.

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This is Ozzy. Named after the prince of darkness himself of course.

There's a particular sound for wind that I hear in every single film and each time I hear it it genuinely pisses me off and breaks the immersion because my mind immediately says "that's not wind, that's a stock sound someone's copied and pasted"

It was only last night I heard it again when I watched Tarot. That film already has a million reasons to be utterly awful but this was a mere cherry on the top right in the middle of a scene.

Best Actor - Joe Pantoliano

Purely for that steak scene in The Matrix. Not only did that steak look divine but Joe truly sold it to me that he was tasting the most incredible thing in existence, so good that even if it was artificial it transcended his reality and still took his breath away.

I have a cat called Ozzy (yes like the prince of darkness himself) but I realised only a few days ago he seems to know exactly what "shithead" means too. I never even say it in a mean way, I'm literally only preparing his dinner and will be like "hey shithead, foods up" and he comes running

TUWOMT is actually a solid pick. I was struggling to think of any movies this side of Covid that genuinely made me laugh then absolutely remembered as soon as I read this. The scene of them doing acid was probably the hardest I've laughed in a cinema for literally years.

Pedro Pascal also deserves major props for that film, it's damn near impossible to star alongside someone as eccentric and larger than life as Nicolas Cage and still hold your own on screen, but Pascal absolutely nails it to the point where I think he's equally as much of a highlight of the film as Cage is.

This genuinely makes me sad. I met her briefly at a comic con event a few years ago in Birmingham and she was such a sweet person to talk to. Whilst I was trying to awkwardly think of conversational topics on the spot I mentioned that I thought she was probably the first person I ever saw get killed on screen in a movie so therefore she most likely started my horror fixation and she found that funny.

That could very well be the case, my vague recollection of the film was that any zombie would've done but the one they killed just so happened to be the queen and they weren't counting on the rest of the zombies having intelligence or a heriachy of sorts let alone any sort of desire for revenge. Truth be told I watched the film only once before more or less sending it to the recycling bin in my brain so if I'm wrong I absolutely stand corrected, however I think a mission to track and capture the queen could still have absolutely been pulled off without needing to assemble and deploy an entire heist team as a diversion.

That's pretty much the reasoning behind human endeavour and the spirit of exploration, to expand our toilet possibilities. Sure it's cool being the first man to walk on the moon but the first man to take a shit on the moon? Now that's gonna be one for history.

The entire setup of Army Of The Dead (2021) is one of the most stupid and absurd plans I've ever seen unfold on screen.

They tell a team that they're to go into zombie infested Las Vegas and raid a casino safe because soon the city will be nuked and there's untold tens of millions sitting inside it. So they enter the city via a secret entrance unknown to the border guards and make their way to the casino. When they've opened the safe and carried out the heist It turns out that the team wasn't actually needed and the entire reason they went in was as a smokescreen for the true plan, which was to obtain a zombies head so the government can create a zombie army and make far more money than what was in the safe. Someone else in the team had managed to get hold of a zombies head out in the open, a mere stones throw away from the entrance that they came in originally.

If this were the case why bother hiring a crack team of professionals just to pull off an entirely unnecessary and unneeded plan? Why not just send in a handful of idiots with guns to trap any random zombie out in the open away from the danger, quickly retreat via the secret entrance and then jobs done?

Yes you could argue that hiring a team of professionals could aid with the mission even if they weren't clued in on the true objective like in Predator. But the difference is Predators soldiers were extremely efficient at warfare thus why they were selected for the mission under the guise of a hostage rescue, they weren't told to go do something unrelated in a camp miles away whilst Dillon dipped in and grabbed a briefcase of valuables a few metres away from their entry point and dip straight back out to leave the soldiers to carry out an unnecessary mission. The whole point of them was to wipe out a camp filled with Guerilla fighters believing they were there to save people, so the mission was accomplished under false pretenses.

In Army Of The Dead all they wound up doing was wandering deep into Las Vegas to pull off an elaborate mission when really for the true mission they only required a few guys to stroll a few feet into the infested zone. It would have had far less risk of either being caught in the blast or being devoured by zombies. On top of that the guy who was carrying out the secret mission decided to trap them all in the basement after revealing the "evil plan" when surely it would've made much more sense to at least keep them alive to provide protection for him until they get out of the city.

Me and some friends ran into Brian May outside of a Slash gig in Birmingham, he asked for directions to the Prince Of Wales pub. In a moment of starstruck panic I said it was back up the hill and to the right...whilst pointing the complete wrong way to where it actually was.

I still occasionally wonder if he ever did make it to the Prince Of Wales pub or if he committed to my directions and got utterly lost.

"how munched is that birdie in the window"

Bart nurses an injured pigeon back to health which then gets eaten by Santa's Little Helper. They decide to send SLH to live on a farm whereupon they get attacked by an Ostrich and Bart stops it by strangling it to death and thus forgives SLH. This was literally when I subconsciously said I was done with watching newer Simpsons episodes and would just stick to watching the old seasons (although ironically this episode must have been at least 10 odd years ago now I think)

In Top Gun: Maverick there's a moment where one of the enemy fighters dodges a missile by banking upwards and presumably shutting off its thrust. I remember me and my friend letting out an audible "ohhhh shit" when that happened.

Die Hard or Predator. It doesn't matter what day it is, what time or how far into the movie it is, I'll sit and watch them. They could be literally 5 minutes from the end and I'll still stop whatever I'm doing and take a seat lol

The thing I always personally maintain about Jurassic Park though is that although Hammond was an egotistical idiot for thinking he could ressurect creatures from millions of years ago with no consequences the park would've actually worked were it not for the corruption of man, in this case Dennis Nedry.

Sure there were technical hiccups and extreme weather issues but the idea of containing dinosaurs to a small island that would eventually die if they left due to the lycine contingency would've probably worked. The problem is Dennis Nedry shut the power down and sabotaged the park just so he could get hold of dino DNA for their competitors which is what ultimately caused the disaster, caused several people to be killed and the park to be abandoned.

The moral of the story shouldn't be "life finds a way" it should be "we can't have nice things like dinosaur theme parks because greedy assholes keep ruining it for the rest of us"

"My fellow Americans, as a young boy I dreamed of being a baseball..."

Most excellent, please tell Nosferatu his new ink looks pretty sick.

Even if they did wind up using the same materials it's not really the same pub with the same relevance in the end, it's kind of like a ship of Theseus conundrum. Is it the bricks that make the building what it is or is it the history of it faults and all that make it what it is?

It's not a movie, but If personifications of Death interest you then you should absolutely watch The Sandman on Netflix, specifically the episode "the sound of her wings" it's genuinely beautiful and makes death look like a welcoming, kind and calming old friend as opposed to something to be frightened of.

If Death is a real entity that can be spoken with when the time comes I hope it's exactly like how Neil Gaiman imagines her to be.

Ranier Wolfcastle. If I were to choose a fictional characters name to replace my own with I'd choose this, or Max Power.

Years ago I had Pokemon blue on the gameboy, I had maxed every one of my Pokemon and had filled the pokedex, I even had Mew on my cart which was only available by going to a convention to have him installed on the cart. My brothers friend decided to play it (without asking me first) and started a new game, wiping my save in the process.

Violence and murder was never going to be the solution, but the team that operates my brain certainly considered it in my mental boardroom meeting that day.

"Saturn devouring his son" Mixed media on canvas by Francisco Goya Circa 1823

What annoys me about these biblical prophecies is that one day eventually they'll wind up being right, not because they were correct but because there's such an abundance of bullshit doomsday prophecies that statistically one day they'll manage to get it correct by sheer dumb luck. When that day comes the hardcore religious nuts are going to be absolutely unbearable with misplaced smugness in the hours before the meteors come crashing down.

A Monster Calls (which is based on the book by Patrick Ness and Siobhan Dowd)

A boys mother is dying of cancer which leads to him struggling with day to day life, school etc and at various points a monster appears from a tree in the middle of the night to tell him three stories and after he's told them he finally wants the boy to reveal his "truth" in turn.

Both the film and book aren't about finding a miracle cure for the mother, it's about dealing with grief and finding peace with things that are completely out of your control. It's sad beyond measure but also one of the most oddly beautiful stories I've ever read and watched in turn.