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HotRod said:

Still perving away I see!!!

NeverarGreat said:

This is not far off from what should’ve happened.

Hal 9000 said:

We’re like the Essenes, recluses living in the desert communes apart from the rest of our religious kin, keeping pure and doing our part to hasten the eschaton. The fan restorations are our Dead Sea Scrolls.

I’m probably closer to Marcion of Sinope.

I’ve changed my mind about having Clark able to instinctively understand Kryptonian. I removed the babysitting scene entirely, since its only purpose was to show baby Clark had latent understanding of his native tongue, and rewrote the scenes with Clark and Luma conversing in Kryptonian.

O hai, nudist Papa Smurf.

LexX said:

everything is the problem in movie franchises these days.

Anchorhead said:

Not sure if your serious. However, I am: she’s gorgeous.

Oh, I’m serious, even if my expression isn’t quite. She’s a lovely lady.

JSteven said:

this has already been done. It’s called The Force Awakens 😃

No, no, no. TFA is the 2015 edit edition.

300 light-hectares on a single tank of space-kerosene.

REBEL WILSON

I’m usually not drawn to very large women, but she’s got a real purty mouth, ain’t she?

ray_afraid said:

Joe Rogan.
Makes me happy.

The kid gloves are off and the switchblade is out.

We’ll learn the continuity errors in the Expanded Universe and the creation of the Disneyverse were all caused by Snoke Force-punching reality.

Whoever that chick is, she’s smokin’ (love her hair, too).

NeverarGreat said:

Sheev-ren.

I want this to be my new username.

“Kylo Ren” would be a better name if it were condensed into one long name — “Kyloren”.

THE LAST SON OF KRYPTON

“THANKSGIVING”

FADE IN

On Helen Potter standing tall in her spick-and-span kitchen, a white apron with pink frills worn over the front of her dress.

On her counter, arranged with all the tidiness of a surgeon prepared for surgery, are the ingredients and supplies needed to make a pecan pie.

CUT TO

Helen feeding kindling into her wood stove.

CUT TO

Helen combining flour, salt, white sugar, cubed butter, and water in a bowl with a pastry cutter.

CUT TO

Helen rolling out the dough.

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Helen lining a pie tin with dough.

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Helen crimping the edges of the crust.

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Helen lining the crust with parchment before weighing it down with hard beans.

CUT TO

Helen placing the unbaked crust in the oven.

CUT TO

Helen whisking a melted mixture of butter, brown sugar, corn syrup, flour, milk, salt, and vanilla extract in a saucepan.

CUT TO

Helen breaking three eggs into a bowl, then gradually pouring the brown fluid into them, blending with the whisk.

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Helen removing the baked crust from the oven.

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Helen removing the beans and parchment from the crust, adding crushed pecans, then pouring in the filling.

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Helen placing the pie in the oven.

An hour later.

Opening the oven, Helen fishes out the fresh, hot pecan pie. Bring it to her face, she inhales, savouring the aroma. Crossing to the open kitchen window, she sets the steaming pie on the sill to cool.

FADE OUT

BEGIN OPENING CREDITS

END OPENING CREDITS

FADE IN

On Luma in her bedroom, in a pretty carmine dress, seated before her vanity, running the bristles of a horsehair brush through her hair at a methodic pace, her expression sedate.

Finished styling her hair, she sets the brush down. Beside the brush rest a pair of glasses. Taking them up, she looks them over, almost as if she can’t determine their purpose. Unfolding the stems, she slips them on. The tinted lenses mask the intensity of her uncanny eyes, making them appear a more subdued amber. She examines herself in the mirror; she doesn’t much care for how the eyewear looks on her.

The door opens; Martha leans inside.

MARTHA

Luma? We’re set to go.

LUMA

I’ll be down shortly.

INT. KENT HOME/ENTRANCE HALL — TWILIGHT

Jonathan is standing in wait at the door when Martha comes down from upstairs.

MARTHA

She’ll be right down.

JONATHAN

Where’s Clark?

MARTHA

(raises voice) Clark? (beat) Clark?

Luma comes down the stairs. She trains her eyes ahead of her, focusing them.

LUMA

He’s out in the barn.

MARTHA

Be a dear and fetch him?

INT. BARN/LOFT — TWILIGHT

Dressed in his best clothes, Clark sits reading a hardback novel. Luma leaps in through the open loft door.

LUMA

(scrutinizes book) Frankenstein. (beat) You’ve read this one.

CLARK

Mmm-hmm.

LUMA

I can recall chapter and verse after a single reading.

CLARK

Me too.

LUMA

(shrugs) Why bother?

CLARK

It relaxes me.

Closing the book, Clark rises. The two Kryptonians stand there a moment, each studying the other.

LUMA

(offers hand) They’re waiting.

Clark takes Luma’s hand.

EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME — TWILIGHT

Clark and Luma approach the Kents’ four-year-old Ford Model A sedan; Jonathan and Martha are already seated inside. Clark opens the back left door for her. The two Kryptonians exchange glances, then Luma slips inside. Clark closes the door for her.

ScottZill said:

Cobie Smulders:

She semi-lives up to her surname.

ray_afraid said:

Link’s Awakening tomorrow.

Due time that lazy bum got out of bed.

ATMachine said:

I can totally see Dooku attending the opera on Coruscant. He probably would dig the brother/sister incest scene in Wagner’s Ring Cycle. 😉

That’d really get his lightsaber polishing going.

Sohail Mccarthy said:

A crying Rey, speaking to a Ben solo who is sacrificing himself for her… “I hate you…” “…I know”

Throw in nipple clamps and a strap-on and I’m in!

Honestly, I like the '80s & '90s equally. I don’t have any memories from the '80s, but a solid chunk of my favourite movies and music hail from that decade.

The '00s can suck a [d]uck, though.

I am become Death, destroyer of worlds. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

They pass the time polishing their lightsabers.

ADDED

WEEDED

SilverWook said:

Couple only with a robot!