They look like identical twin sisters.
Most - if not all - the new alien creature and monster designs are shite.
The Kaminoans and the acklay weren’t bad. They’re the only ones that immediately come to mind, though.
Is there a reason why not many people post in here? I thought a tech news thread would be more popular on a sci-fi site like this?
Probably because every subforum not pertaining to Star Wars or fanedits are dead as doornails.
This is a damn fine typo. It’d make a swell title for a Twin Peaks porno parody.
It’s been, what, half a decade since I last rewatched Seasons 1 & 2? Gotta rectify that sometime.
I dunno if I’m ever gonna revisit Season 3, though. I found it a mixed bag, especially the finale; as a Lynch fan, I loved it, but as a Twins Peak fan, loathed it. If a fourth season’s forthcoming, maybe I’ll rewatch it. If not, I’ll write it off as unessential apocrypha.
I was tripping on acid
Capitalism is the gift that just keeps on giving.
Windu may seem to be CGI. It’s just the way he looks and moves.
I think The Exorcist could’ve benefited from some subtlety. We could’ve done without Regan’s head doing a 360, for instance.
Turks in Space actually had a budget, so there was no need to repurpose footage from any other sources. It’s also a complete cowpie devoid of anything vaguely resembling entertainment value. Don’t watch it EVER.
I gave The Exorcist (theatrical cut) another chance last night after about 10-15 years.
I still think it’s overrated and not scary.
I tend to agree to an extent, though my opinion of the film has increased tremendously over the years. I think Exorcist III is the superior entry in the series, weak ending notwithstanding, and grossly underrated.
I’m forced to take the high road.
Every fiber of my being doubts this.
I’m never said I’m forced to stay on the high road. 😛
Incredible art there. Who made it?
INT. JUNKED VESSEL/CORRIDOR — DAY
A metal sheet is pulled open to reveal the concealed face of a SCAVENGER.
In an upside-down, canted corridor, the scavenger is busy. Clad in a patched-together protective suit and opague filtration mask, a large pack and metal staff strapped to their back, a dim headlamp providing them the only illumination in this dark space, the scavenger is consumed with the task of removing mechanical components from inside a wall.
Finding a potentially valuable piece, the scavenger drops it in a satchel at hand. Slinging the bag over their shoulder, they shimmy down a cable, between treacherous walls of corroded machinery.
INT. JUNKED VESSEL/LARGER SPACE — DAY
Alone and tiny in this massive, sideways wreck, the scavenger descends, climbing down a long cable. They land hard onto rusty metal.
INT. JUNKED VESSEL/ENGINES - DAY
Booty in tow, the scavenger climbs over enormous pipes in the vast space, heading through the dust toward a distant slit of lesser darkness.
EXT. JUNKED VESSEL - DAY
The scavenger emerges. Sucking water from a feeding tube, they find their reservoir drained. Coaxing the final drops of moisture from the tube into their mouth, the scavenger looks to the horizon. Several kilometres into the distance but moving fast is a tremendous wall of wind-churned grit. It would not do to be caught in the open when that storm hits.
Leaving the wreck, the scavenger descends a slope of debris, taking care to maintain balance as loose bits shift under their weight. Reaching the bottom, the scavenger jogs over to their rusted ATV. Jumping atop, they fire the sputtery engine and head off.
EXT. STARSHIP GRAVEYARD - DAY
The scavenger speeds along the trash floor, through a graveyard of discarded starships.
EXT. NIIMA OUTPOST — DAY
The scavenger’s ATV passes us, heading for a grimy shanty town. Originally a series of connected prefab shelters, expanded with the addition of jury-rigged spacecraft sections, the hermetically sealed outpost serves as a place for refuelling and small trade.
EXT. NIIMA OUTPOST — COURTYARD — DAY
ATV parked, the scavenger unfastens the large sack of heavy found objects from the back. With the vigor of a tough seaman, the scavenger hauls the sack from their ATV to the front gate.
INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/ENTRANCE HALL — DAY
The inner airlock door slides open, admitting the scavenger inside. Sheltered from the toxic and caustic chemicals in the air outside, the scavenger pulls off the filtration mask, revealing the grimy, gaunt face of an otherwise beautiful young brunette. This is nineteen-year-old REY.
INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/CLEANING AREA — DAY
At one of the many cleaning tables, Rey scrubs clean her day’s salvage. Glancing up, she looks at an old woman, also cleaning salvage. Rey watches her, and for a moment is lost in pensive thought. A passing dwarf underling barks something to her. She returns to work.
INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/TRADING STRUCTURE — DAY
Rey looks up to a service window. Two feet above her, behind a protective screen, is her boss, UNKAR PLUTT. Hideously bloated and disfigured by severe allergic reactions and infections, he’s barely recognizable as human. He examines her pieces.
UNKAR PLUTT: What you’ve brought me today is worth … hmmm … one quarter portion.
Though disappointed, Rey barely shows it. She nods thanks. Plutt pushes through his transfer drawer a sealed packet: dried green meat in one section, beige powder in another. Swallowing her resentment, she takes it and heads off.
INT. NIIMA OUTPOST/BARRACKS/REY’S DWELLING - NIGHT
Rey’s one-room domicile, “generously” provided her on-site by her boss. Everything she owns is reclaimed. She cooks for one. Does everything for one.
She opens the powder and moves to the makeshift wok where the green meat sizzles. She pours the powder into milky water in a tin and stirs it; it grows into a loaf as she puts the meat on an old plate. She grabs the loaf.
Rey eating voraciously.
Every last drop consumed, the metal plate licked clean, Rey wipes her mouth. Reclining atop her cot, she gazes upon the opposing wall. Applied directly to the surface is a painting of her own creation. It is rough, limited to a palette of browns and yellows, yet surprisingly craftsmanlike. It depicts a desert vista from a planet Rey has never seen, the butterscotch sky supporting a pair of suns brighter in colour than the dull disc she has only known.
TITLE CARD: The Milky Way Galaxy, a long time from now….
A vast sea of stars serves as the main backdrop for the main title, followed by a quote.
A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW
“What is, is without.”
— The Corbet Dictum
To Jakku, a dingy rust-coloured planet wreathed in black smog.
Two small white starcraft — a pair of hammer-shaped Corellian corvettes — race through space towards the planet. In their wake follows a titanic wedge-shaped battlecruiser, a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. As the three vessels emerge into full view, we see the Star Destroyer is a decommissioned wreck, scarred with grievous damage, carried in tow behind the corvettes by way of tractor beam.
As they near Jakku, the corvettes disengage their tractor beams and veer off, allowing the Star Destroyer to continue forward on its own momentum. As the corvettes slip away together into hyperspace, the Star Destroyer pierces the planet’s atmosphere.
EXT. JAKKU — TRASHSCAPE — DAY
Tinted dark red behind the black pollution which keeps the planet in perpetual dusk, the sun of Jakku casts its maroon light upon the landscape. There are no natural landmarks in sight. From horizon to horizon, there are only hills and valleys of trash, streams and ponds of lubricants and coolants — the detritus of a dozen worlds and uncounted centuries. Despite this, life exists on this marginally habitable planet. Sparse pockets of hardy vegetation have sprung up amidst the debris; vermin call the innumerable crevices and hollows home; there are even people present — criminals, their offspring, their descendants — victims of a disproportionate justice which does not recognize acquittal or parole.
The Star Destroyer passes down through the sky. Red-hot from the uncontrolled entry, the pollution surrounding it has ignited, leaving a fiery trail in the sky which burns brighter than the shrouded sun. Those persons outside to witness this event shield their gaze, eyes unaccustomed to such brilliance. It is the last thing they will ever do in their benighted lives.
The Star Destroyer strikes the ground with the force of a nuclear weapon. With a white-hot flash, everything inside hundreds of kilometres is annihilated.
First things first, I’d just like to state for the record that I do NOT want to write this. I’d much rather continue working on my Superman series, or any of my original stories, instead, since they’re of greater value to me. But my OCD won’t let me abandon Star Wars, no matter how much I wish to do so, at least not until I execute this idea and purge it from my system once and for all.
A Certain Point of View is a condensed, streamlined, nonlinear retelling of the ST/OT/PT told solely from the POV of Rey/Luke/Anakin. I expect it will be bizarre and bewildering, with sexy results.
he push a butt
Sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen. Or is this Trump we’re talking about?
And that’s the third reason why I love The Motionless Picture.
Should I ever write my autobiography, I’ll title it thus: “I, Pervert”.
The Force Awakens
The Last Jedi
Then STOP in the name of all that is good.
I take it you went on to show them the porn parody and lived to regret it.