These colours were chosen specifically so we wouldn't notice the nicotine coating everything.
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Am I actually allowed to sit on this park bench?
That's the twist they went with?
Yeah, Gunn went with the old Twilight Zone plot, but the message got damaged in the crash so Clark thought “to serve man” meant to be helpful, and never learnt to cook.
(Plus, after growing up with the best versions of Ma and Pa Kent I've ever seen he wouldn't for a second have accepted the real message and he'd still have acted exactly the same way as he did when he believed it told him to help; Lara and Jor-El might be his biological parents, but his real parents, the ones who educated him, were always the Kents.)
That's the twist they went with? Isn't that just the plot of Dragon Ball?
Dragon Ball Z.
The plot of Dragon Ball is Journey to the West / boobs are fun / Toriyama forgot, let's do fights.
that makes things almost filmic
His early books literally started with a visual description of the reader's imagination "camera" gradually focusing on Great A'Tuin, the Disc, whatever region the action was going to happen in, and so on.
Filmic is exactly what he was going for.
Help! Help! We're being repressed!
in like sg1 which is more realistic to use, we would need aliens to give us the tech, because we would never be able to conceive on our own.
Excuse me, we stole, I mean salvaged, most of that tech by ourselves, and we used it to kick goa'uld ass all over the galaxy (and, to be fair, they had stolen it first).
Sure, some aliens did give us some tech, but only because we saved their scrawny hyper-advanced asses from their own hubris because, unlike them, we could conceive of hitting things with a big stick, or shooting small but fast metal pellets at them using barely controlled explosions (you know what, disregard the metal pellet and controlled explosions part, just throw C4 at the problem until it goes away!).
Damn, I miss that series.
Well, some of it might manage to go out the window.
Most of that will probably hit another building, or a tree, or the ground, or something, and get absorbed (and permitted), but some of it might not hit anything solid and carry on into the atmosphere... where a good part of it will end up hitting a cloud, or a nitrogen atom, or a pigeon... but some might end up in space. And carry on for aeons, into the cosmos.
Same here (I was never one of the cool kids, though).
Meh, just upload a dick pic.
I remember that guy who did some minor parts in Hollywood (and also did some side work as a camera operator), was told he had no future in the business, became a carpenter to pay his bills, did some carpentry work for a minor producer who got him a minor role in some fledgling director's second (and first successful) film, said director liked him enough to hire him to read lines for his third film's castings, and since he turned out to be more charismatic than the guys who were actually auditioning ended giving him one of the main roles in said film... which turned on to be one of the most successful films of all time (mostly thanks to said director realising the power of merchandising). That carpenter went on to have a pretty good acting career in Hollywood after that, it turns out; he's still working now at over eighty years old.
That probably wouldn't happen these days, and Hollywood is the poorer for it.