Starlight June 3, 2002 Stephanie Leary Now available: Starlight 1 and 2, $10 each including postage, directly from their esteemed editor.
I watched 6 minutes exactly. i know because I counted. in those six minuted Ged (or evil Ged, i didn’t stick around to find out) killed someone in cold blood. then one of the priestesses of Atuan is sleeping with a King so he can gain the secrets of the nameless ones. Excuse me? What the fuck is going on? I turned it off, then. And I really have no desire to look at the first half.
gah, I am so tired of these media types taking a book’s name and then making a movie that has next to nothing to dow ith the book’s content.
I called Mike, who was looking for a recording of the first half, after the opening scene with Ged wrestling on a hillside with some random farm girl who was calling him Ged. It was already looking grim… and then the priestess sexfest started. The guy playing the king was the one who played Longinus in Roar, which made me giggle… is he in all bad fantasy knockoffs?
Michael came home just as soldiers were running off the cliff like good little lemmings. He asked why they were still running when there was no fog anymore. An excellent question.
My girlfriend relaxed and watched all four hours.
I worried about an upcoming meeting at work and tried to get a screwy camera to work (no luck.)
With you on the Earthsea travesty. I watched until Ogion showed up, casually raised Ged from the dead, and told him Sparrowhawk was his secret name. That did it for me. Shit, it’s like someone skimmed the Cliff Notes backwards.
There are many critical things you can say about LeGuin. Her style is often dry, her plots are sometimes plodding, she certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste. However, one thing she is not is cheesy. And that’s why this low-budget script-by-numbers McFantasy movie was especially annoying.
The other reason is because the SciFi Channel produced the two Dune miniseries, so we know they can do better.
Yep, “your name is… Sparrowhawk!” was where I reached for the remote. I’d already been bitching over the phone for about ten minutes, though.