As salt sets its seal on your silky skin

[sovay]

I have just been informed that Christopher Nolan, not content to have performed the same indispensable service for the concept of nuclear physics, is now generating discourse about the Odyssey, which I am sure will go over in a respectful and informed fashion on our current internet where every other bright spark has some expert opinion unsullied by such petty considerations as reasonably accurate data that wasn't sicked back up to them by unexamined reception or extractive AI. My contribution to this charybditic scrum is that the Odyssey has too many female characters for me to trust him with it, even before we get to more general reservations about the alienness of the ancient world and its gods who are not reducible to one-stop abstractions or human psychologies writ sky-size. I return to lying on a couch, this time with strange tales of the sea.

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[sovay]

My ignorance is splendid and multifaceted, and the facet that shyly showed its glinting face just now was ignorance of the existence of Christopher Nolan. But now I know I want him nowhere near the Odyssey!

I sincerely like the two movies mentioned, with the caveats mentioned. (I like them enough that I have both of their screenplays, thanks to used book stores.) It is very weird to me to have a major filmmaker out in the world where I have such a miss-to-hit ratio with their generally acclaimed work. If I just bounced off all of his movies, it would make more sense. Instead it's like every ten years or so we're in synch and the rest of the time I would prefer him not to.

And I have enjoyed the commenters you draw to the yard

They're all that cool on their own time!