nefolk2

Tēju nedzeru, bet... Eu! Kāpēc es nezināju, ka “Tors” (2011) ir tik snogšibaķeļnijs kino!?! Nopietni!! (Tagad zinu.) Atzīšos, ka visu šo laiku biju post treilera skepticisma varā un gaidīju kaut ko visai nebaudāmu. Iespējams, pie tā vainojams arī “Titānu brāķa” (2010) feils, taču šeit estētisko neomulību pirmajās pārdesmit minūtēs (viss tāds pārāk speis, plastisks un kantains rādījās) ātri nomainīja kinematogrāfiska sajūsma un pat skandināvu mitoloģijas cienītājam manī nebija kam piesieties. Stilīgs Bifrosts, tīri pārliecinoša Jotunheima un kosmoloģiskais risinājums, smalks un nešpetns Loki (pārējo dievu rases lai paliek uz jaunās pasaules kārtības sirdsapziņas), kā arī episki dialogi un itin veselīga humora izjūta – ļoti patika Tora patoss, komunicējot ar Midgardas (= ASV :) mirstīgajiem, un pat klišejiskie supervaroņu filmas elementi un smagā metāla datorgrafika ir paciešami pie tādām pērlēm kā Do not mistake my appetite for apathy! un Base, we've got Xena, Jackie Chan and Robin Hood :)) Es godīgi neatceros, kura vēl filma pēdējā laikā būtu tā pārspējusi ekspektācijas, tāpēc skatījos lēnām un uzmanīgi (3 dienas) Tagad zinu arī to, ka dievi nekrīt, bet lido un dara to ātrāk kā supermens. Krīt tikai golemi un sala milži. Cilvēki... tie jau ir nokrituši. Bet kad zemāk vairs nav kur, tad var kļūt tikai labāk. Zemāk par zemi nokrist jau grūti un nav gluži tā, ka visur rēgotos bedres, krāteri un svaigi izrakti kapi. Man patīk pie zemes (esmu dzimis zemes zīmē). Pie zemes ir ērti (dieviete)

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“Seeing,” they said, “that old-time Pan is dead, let us now make a tomb for him and a monument, that the dreadful worship of long ago may be remembered and avoided by all.” So said the people of the enlightened lands. And they built a white and mighty tomb of marble. Slowly it rose under the hands of the builders and longer every evening after sunset it gleamed with rays of the departed sun. And many mourned for Pan while the builders built; many reviled him. Some called the builders to cease and to weep for Pan and others called them to leave no memorial at all of so infamous a god. But the builders built on steadily. And one day all was finished, and the tomb stood there like a steep sea-cliff. And Pan was carved thereon with humbled head and the feet of angels pressed upon his neck. And when the tomb was finished the sun had already set, but the afterglow was rosy on the huge bulk of Pan. And presently all the enlightened people came, and saw the tomb and remembered Pan who was dead, and all deplored him and his wicked age. But a few wept apart because of the death of Pan. But at evening as he stole out of the forest, and slipped like a shadow softly along the hills, Pan saw the tomb and laughed.

  Lord Dunsany Fifty-One Tales