Gloria Ramirez was a highschool phenom, or at least that’s what everyone else said she was. She was a star wrestler, martial artist, track star and she was always at the top of all of her classes. Plus, she had the looks too.
She was the whole package, apparently. Many high schoolers wanted to be her friend. A lot of boys were pining to date her. She was many things but she wasn’t a socialist. That led her to have only one friend, a girl who stood only 4 feet-8-inches and was nicknamed Tiny Ties–she always wore a bowtie with her various outfits.
She talked constantly, rattling about nothing in particular. To most, she was kind of annoying but to Gloria Ramirez, she was the friend that she always wanted. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (EIGHT)
Tom Hardy has grown to be one of my favorite actors of all time. His nuanced performances allow him to stick out as he brings a certain depth to every character I’ve seen him play. Over the years, I have discovered that I have seen more films with him than I first imagined, making him the perfect topic for this week’s A Movie Ranking. Enjoy!
Venom is the worst movie I’ve seen Tom Hardy play in and easily my least favorite work of his. The accent doesn’t come off naturally nor does his performance as Eddie Brock. The film is also pretty bad. I will say this though, in better hands the movie would’ve been much better.
We’ll see how Venom 2 handles Eddie/Venom’s story in a more concise fashion (even though the prospect of Woody Harrelson as Carnage seems pretty cornballs.) Continue reading A Movie Ranking: Tom Hardy
Nienye woke with a start. Enclosing him were dark walls and his ears were filled with the sound of a ship’s motor. His head pounded and it felt like his face was swollen. As he tried to reach up and touch his face he soon learned that chains were wrapped around his wrists, preventing him from moving his wrists but a few inches in every direction.
He struggled against the chains for nearly a minute until he realized that his struggling was futile. He rested back against the cold wall, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. And then he heard footsteps. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Five