When last I wrote this post The Last Jedi hadn’t even come out yet and I hadn’t seen Star Wars: Rebels yet. Over the past few years, women have become a central asset to the franchise in new, exciting ways. On the last day of January, I thought it would be fun to update this list and shine a new light on my ten favorite women in Star Wars so far.
10. Captain Phasma
Powerful, fierce, this chrome-domed villainess was everything the trilogy needed…and more. It’s sad that she met her demise in The Last Jedi but when she graced the screen her authority rang supreme. She was such a fascinating character. Continue reading An Updated Ranking: The Ten Most Awesome Women in ‘Star Wars’
For the first time, I recently watched The Fifth Element which came out in 1997. I’ve been hearing about this movie for years but it wasn’t until yesterday that I actually sat down and watched the film. As I was watching the movie I was flabbergasted by its strangely creative content and the vision that Luc Besson had concocted for this film. I almost fell asleep at the beginning of the movie because I thought it was kind of boring but I managed to stay up and watch the entire film from beginning to end.
While the overall movie clearly wasn’t the best science-fiction film I’d ever seen I still somewhat enjoyed it. But, as I’d say, about thirty minutes into the movie one of the main characters, a perfect being sent to protect Earth named Leeloo was brought to life. When she found herself in containment she, of course, ran away. It’s at this moment where my mind was blown in utter shock.
Continue reading Throwback Friday: I Think the ‘Star Wars’ Prequel Trilogy Got Some of its Ideas From ‘The Fifth Element’
A change was coming to Gotham. A change that was transpiring through the very characters of this story.
Robin returned to his secret base to find Gloria awaiting him, clad in her newly designed suit. She was expectedly impressive in the tight black suit that had a symbol of a bird embroidered in dark blue cloth across the bodice of the outfit. Across her eyes, a dark blue mask sat with eyeholes that revealed her normal brown eyes.
“And what does the bird symbolize?” he asked.
She smiled. “As a child, I was always fascinated with ravens. Their black feathers, their size, their bold cries. I’d like to embody that.”
“You have a name?”
Her smile widened. “Nightwing.” Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (THIRTY-TWO)