Plan 3

Jacob Lovén är inte bra för en ung kvinnas arma hjärta.
(Den där rösten.... sexual!)
Brush it off
Titta på den där kroppen, haraaaaam.

Skaffar jag mig en svennebanane då ska han bannemej se ut såhär.

Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole

Ååååh jag är så starkt emotionellt kär i denna film. Sagolikt vacker, men samtidigt så väldigt grym och hemsk. Vissa scener fick mig att känna aningen obehag ibland. Det vred sig i magen att se vad "The pures ones" gjorde med de mindre ugglorna. Usch.

Twilight var utan tvekan min favorit, jag menar vi skulle kunna vara själsfränder. Se filmen så förstår ni ;)
Jag gillade kungen (Boron) och drottningen (Barran) av Väktarna, ett par snö ugglor. Väldigt ståtliga och pompösa. Kunde dock inte sluta tänka på Jason Isaac varje gång jag såg Boron, särskilt när han satt så rakryggad som på bilden ovan. Jag kände bara att snöugglan liknade mr. Malfoy så mycket. Lustigt, jag vet.

Sen trodde jag inte att "Jason Stackhouse" skulle ha någon större roll i detta äventyr men han hade faktiskt rösten till huvudkaraktären Sorens bror Kludd. Förvånansvärt bra var han också, trots att jag slängdes tillbaka in i True Blood då och då.
Vackert gjord film som borde ses av alla, med en theme song som är dunder, väldigt catchy.
Owl City framför To the sky. (btw, snacka om att grabben blivit aningen kändisfierad)
Legend of the Guardians har ett väldigt fint budskap; tro på dina drömmar, de gör dig till den du är och glöm inte att lyssna på magkänslan.

Jag har en väldans lust att läsa böckerna om dessa ugglor nu. Och denna film ska jag se om många gånger under mellandagarna. Filmen sågs på datorn och lyftes verkligen upp av ljudet från mina nya högtalare och bas (aka rymdstationen). Ett STORT plus.

Fy fan 3D SUGER!

Var och såg Narnia 3 med mor min kvällen till ära var det premiär på filmen också.
Den historia jag läst om filmen var inte den som filmen byggde på vilket lämnade mig rätt så förvånad. Jag vette fan (rent ut sagt) vad jag hade läst om egentligen. Det kom ju aldrig någon son till kung Caspian som blivit bortförd.
Hur som helst slutet var väldigt tårfyllt (som vanligt). Var gång Aslan dyker upp så vrider sig hela magen och en tjock klump formas i halsen. Liam Neeson gör ett underbart jobb som rösten till detta lejon.
En sak jag älskade i filmen var när Lucy frågade kung Caspian om han hittat sig någon drottning ännu och att Caspian svarade något i stil med:
"None like your sister." (De skulle bara ha gift sig och skaffat barn efter andra filmen, that's what I think)
Även roligt att se att Ripipip blivit några decimeter högre än sist :)
Även om det var trevligt att återse en del gamla ansikten så var handlingen väldigt smal, fattig. Varför tror alla regissörer och producenter och allt vad de kallar sig att vi numera ska fångas av allt runt omkring, av alla "mäktiga" effekter mer än en underbar fängslande historia?

Angående den så ytterst tuffa nya tekniken biografer och filmskapare runt om i världen är så galna i att använda sig av så vill jag bara säga att; it didn't work on me. Jag fick ju bara ont i ögonen av de där jäkla brillorna hela tiden, och där skulle jag sitta i mörkret i 2 timmar och gnugga ögonen, gillade heller inte att texten stod ut så mycket. Va fan ska man ha 3D effekt på texten? Nää tacka vet jag gammal vanlig hederlig biofilmskvalitet. Varför krångla till det så?
Som sagt fattig handling och den höjdes INTE upp av 3D effekter, nää. Kanske lite coolt när vattnet tycktes komma mot en, men annars, nää 3D är inget för mig.

Jag vet att jag tidigare klagade på Ben Barnes med skägg, but damn girls he was fiiiiiiiiiine. ;)


PS. Upptäckte nyss att det var Silvertronen jag läst om, inför denna rulle.
Silvertronen är bok är den sjätte boken (blir troligtvis film fyra då den fortsätter efter Skeppet Gryningen (film 3), där syskonens dryga kusin Eustace återvänder till Narnia (han kom med i tredje filmen)
http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silvertronen <-- Denna vill jag väldigt gärna se.

Meeeeeeeeeeerry Christmas

God jul alla älskade vänner!

Hoppas ni får en fin jul

Pimp my tree

Det blev påklädning av granen lite väl sent idag, mamma och jag var ytterst pigga på att pynta den, men det måste ju göras (!) för Guds skull!


Hmm jag som haft sådan enorm jullängtan och känsla, börjar känna mig stressad för morgondagen, särskilt inför kvällen.... hatar känslan av tomhet när man öppnat alla julklappar och julen officiellt känns som att den är över. Usch, glii och glää.
Granen var inte den enda att bli pimpad. Sacha fick också lite ny styling.

JULEN ÄR (snart) HÄR!~

Ska försöka se till att sova nu, om det går. Känner mig inte så trött, fastän jag borde.
Imorgon är det dan före dopparedagen. Då ska vi ut och byta julklappar med mormor och morfar, det blir mysigt det. Själv ska jag även hinna baka lite här hemma, (ingen jul utan snöiga kakor) och skura golven som jag planerade att göra redan i tisdags(!).
Tänk.... om 5 min är det en dag kvar till julafton, EN dag kvar! Helt sjukt, känner mig som en liten unge. Tråkigt att det bara blir familjen, men det blir som det blir. Mysigt ska vi nog ha det i alla fall.

- God natt!

A part of Malox's past

The emperor Lucius pulled him closer.
”I have saved you (from death) so many times, Malox.” He hissed in Malox's ear. ”I don't buy your lies! Get out on the field tonight or I'll finish you off myself.”
Lucius turned his back on him and started walking but then he suddenly stopped to add:
“You don't want to disappoint me, do you Malox?”
Malox didn't answer him, which the emperor took as a no and he left the cellar with a satisfied grin.
He sat on the stone floor of his cold, darkening cellar and starred down blankly on his feet.
“I heard they're bringing the lions tonight.” Maximus said.
Malox muttered.
“Don't really like lions.”
“Me neither...”
Silent fell around them. Plato made a throat ripping cough, from the cell in the corner.
Malox glanced at him and then back to Maximus.
“Is he still sick?” he whispered.
Maximus nodded.
“He won't survive, they'll probably throw him to the lions. As the first act. To get the crowd going.”
Malox's eyes focused back on (to) his feet. He had lost so many friends. He felt sadness towards the way he lived – like an animal in a cage, but he still knew so little about the world outside that he didn't know what to think of it. Would he even survive out there like he did every night on the arena? Maybe this was safety compared to life outside the walls of Colosseum?
He closed his eyes and thought of Lysandra. Her long brown hair, her same brown eyes, warm and soft, the smile on her curled lips... She was the reason he still fought. The day would come when he would have earned his freedom as a great champion, the day when he would buy himself freedom and take her with him.
“Plato! Malox! Herodes! Nikon!” A stern voice called from the stairs.
The four men stood up in their cellars.
Malox glanced over his shoulder to see Plato barley being able to stand steadily. His heart sank.
The two guards opened the doors to each cellar and put chains around the fighters so they wouldn't be able to escape. Maximus stood up, his eyes met Malox's.
“Fight well.” He said.
Malox couldn't force himself to smile. The thought of Plato being thrown to the lions made him sick.
“Get back!” The guard on the staircase shouted at Maximus. The werewolf didn't listen, he just pierced his mad eyes in to the guards.
“Are you threatening me?” The guard yelled and stormed down the stairs. In seconds he had reached hold of his long leather whip. With one hand he steadily threw the end of the whip in Maximus direction. As the leather hit the cellar bars the sound of metal echoed in the underground prison. Maximus looked at him even more furious, but swallowed his pride and stepped back in to the darkness.
The guard then turned and walked back up, followed by the four gladiators who walked on a straight line, escorted by the other two guards.
Once again the heavy door to the prison was shut with a hard noise and the few remaining fighters were left in the darkness, rescued from pain and suffering. Maximus leaned back on the cold wall of bars with a sighed and sunk down on the floor, covering his face with his big hands.
The moonlight hit Malox in the face as they reached the ground floor. He wished he could save Plato, who looked paler than ever, from the mayhem he would soon come to greet. Above him he heard the noise of the crowd, cheering their favorite fighters on. The panic grew in him. He saw the lions, he could see them sprinting towards Plato with their fangs and claws out, ripping and tearing til there was nothing left of him.
“Stay still.” The guards said and walked off.
Malox suddenly looked at the sword in his hand, squeezed it tightly... it would be so easy.. so easy to just.. save him from the misery. He was so close. With the gates to the field of the arena not being far away he had to make a choice, quickly, before the guards returned. He could either spare his companion or feed him to the animals. The blood pounded harder in his veins. He had to do it, he had to... Once more he squeezed the sword before he raised it and “staked” it right through the middle of Plato's back. Plato whined, his face even paler as his legs gave way underneath him and he fell slowly to the ground. Herodes who stood behind Malox grabbed his arm, hissing:
“What are you doing?”
“Have you gone mad?” Nikon growled from behind Herodes.
Plato's back was covered in blood as his gaze died away.
Malox looked at Herodes with darkening eyes.
“They would have fed him to the lions.” He snarled.
Herodes look at him with disapprovingly.
“Lucius will kill you for this.”
“I had no choice. I could not let them see him get slayed like that. He was worth a better faith than that.” He said with a sad voice and pulled his sword out of Platos body.
“What is going on here?” The guards came back running. They stopped shocked at the sight of Plato on the ground. One of the them couldn't take their eyes off the pool of blood. The bigger guard punched him in the stomach to remind himself to behave. The smaller guard gulped and looked up from the ground.

Lucius rushed in to the closed room, Malox's rose from his seat, still with his hands chained together. The guards on either side of him looked at their emperor with “” eyes.
“Leave.” Lucius said calmly.
“But your majesty..” one of the guards stuttered and gazed at Malox.
“Are you refusing an order?”
“Ehm.. no si-- your majesty...”
In seconds Lucius was at the guards side with his hands around his head. “Don't EVER refuse my words.” then he snapped the guards neck. He only glance once at the other guard before he left the room.
Lucius looked at Malox.
“Madness, Malox, madness. My people want to see slaughter. They come to my arena to see ripping and killing. They pay me to see animals bite peoples heads of, people who doesn't matter to them.” He paused. “You, I don't really get Malox. You think you are much better than everyone else, don't you? Think you are more powerful. Think you don't belong here. Well I just think you are overrating yourself. You are no king of gladiators, no ruler of the chained ones. You are just a fighter who belongs to me and there is nothing you can do about it. I will/can keep chains around your neck for the rest of your life if I want to. I own you, slave.” The last world rolled off his tongue like silk.
Lucius looked at Malox with a sigh and put his hands together.
“Hmm, now I do not have anyone to feed to the lions...” Their eyes met. “If you weren't the big favorite I would have thrown you in there without a single doubt.”
Malox made a low growl.
“I would kill them in seconds.”
Lucius chuckled, evil running along his face.
“I know you would, I know you would. Maximus Malox. But I will not do that. It will not be an exciting game. I will find someone else to fight them instead of Plato. I will...”
He turned his back on Malox and walked towards the door.
“Two lives, Malox. Two lives you have sacrificed today. I hope you understand that.” He said with irony rolling his eyes. Then he turned to glance quickly at the gladiator. “Oh, and you will be fighting with chains on today, should not be a challenge, for you.” He said before he opened the door and disappeared out of sight.
Three guards entered the room and dragged Malox out in to the huge corridor and dropped him to the ground in front of the gates to the arena. He could hear the loud roar of the lions. Hear the crowd cheer them on.
“Here. Your sword.” One of the guards said and threw the weapon in front of him with a mean chuckle. Malox looked at it. The sword was rusty and blunt. This was his punishment for misbehaving. He knew Lucius couldn't not let him fight, it would disappoint the crowd whom had come to see the great Malox, the slayer of all things... They would leave if they found out he would not participate tonight. He had to fight.. with whatever weapons he was offered.
“Stand up slave!” The large guard roared and pulled him up in the armor around his hips, in haste Malox picked the sword of the ground. It was heavy... He made a silent sigh, not knowing how he would win this fight.