Technically correct, the best kind of correct.
It must be very hard to find people who were “ehhhhh I’m on the fence” about Trump until this moment in particular.
Technically correct, the best kind of correct.
It must be very hard to find people who were “ehhhhh I’m on the fence” about Trump until this moment in particular.
I skimmed the FiveThirtyEight live commentary yesterday. As Kent was giving his excellent opening statement, one of the commentators quipped:
I think career diplomats may overestimate the extent to which the average watcher is interested in geopolitical history lessons!
What a shallow comment. Every instant does not need to be entertainment, although personally I found the historical analogy interesting and helpful in understanding our Ukraine foreign policy objectives. Also, how patronizing to think that the “average watcher” can’t handle a history lesson, or that witnesses shouldn’t lay out relevant history because some hypothetical Joe Sixpack may lose interest.
The movie (the first one, anyway) never identifies the demon as Pazuzu. The studio though it would be better if audiences thought it was The Devil.
I know; the demon never names itself until the sequel, and Reagan only refers to it as ‘Captain Howdy.’
Which is a bizarre, fever-dream of a movie. I like number three, though.
Did you make that yourself?
I haven’t been able to find a ready-made Pazuzu gif, and I just hadn’t worked up the energy to create my own yet.
Either way;
YOINK.
Thanks.
No. It is somehow associated with the band Gorillaz.
Well, that’s some random tagging, then…
Pez-uzuz?
Dragons?
Trial by combat?
Sexposition?
Booze?
All of the above? Emmys please!
Okey-doke. (1930’s phrase )
“Pazuzu’s petals!”
Trump + walk of shame.
Of course that punishes everyone with working eyeballs but I’m ok with that.
This. I’ve probably half-remembered scenes from the movie more times than I’ve actually seen them?
Irving Finkel discusses Pazuzu:
Exorcist III has the single best scare of any horror movie, EVER. You know the one. It combines the slow burn, the jump scare, and the what-the-fuck scare into a single, Platonic ideal of a movie scare. It may never be matched.