pinstripesuit:

SOMEONE WAS ENTOMBED IN THEIR SASSY PANTS

I have a difficult time enjoying sci-fi movies with blatant inaccuracies.

Tonight I watched After Earth, and the entire time I was just:

  • “Ligers can’t breed, they are born sterile. How would there be an entire pack of them?”
  • “Why would they call it an ‘Ursa’ when 'Ursidae’ is the bear family and that thing closely resembled a mutant tarantula?”
  • “How would something that can only see by sensing fear pheromones of humans be able to do anything else? Like navigating a volcano, or killing an entire pack of baboons?”
  • “Why would a condor of all things sacrifice its life for something that was about to be carrion; a condor’s favorite meal all nice and preserved in the freezer for tomorrow?”
We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.
Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human