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handful_ofdustFinally finished a story I've been working on last night, sliding it in just before the deadline my very patient editor had already extended for me twice, and celebrated by watching Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, which was an utterly enjoyable mash-up of MCU and wuxia. It's always good to see Michelle Yeoh and Tony Leung Chiu-Wai, together or otherwise, while Awkwafina and Simu Liu make for an amazing hero/best friend pairing. The true discovery, however, is Meng'er Zhang as Xu Xialing, Shang-Chi's perpetually overlooked little sister, the movie's Fah Lo Suee expy. "You're so cool, and everything you do is so cool," as Awkwafina's Katy announces, at one point.
Overall, I approve of Shang-Chi's supervillain father's transition from (literally) Dr Fu Manchu to legendary thousand-year-old former warlord turned criminal mastermind Xu Wenwu, a man who comes with weird romanticism baked into every inch of him (again, Tony Leung Chiu-Wai). Near the climax, I muttered to Steve: "Thousand-year soul, aged like an egg," which seemed a fitting eulogy. Meanwhile, I can't wait for the mystical warriors of Ta Lo (the dimension-straddling pocket country Shang-Chi's mother came from) to meet up with Wakanda's core crew at some point: Soul lions vs. war rhinos, Sunday Sunday Sunday.
In other news, I haven't watched Black Widow yet, and I should, I really should. I didn't expect to still be this pissed off with what they did with her, two--three?--years later. Not that it has shit to do with me, or ever did.
At any rate. Now I need to get dressed, go pick up Cal from school and ferry him over to the orthodontist, so we can find out how much his braces are going to cost us.
Overall, I approve of Shang-Chi's supervillain father's transition from (literally) Dr Fu Manchu to legendary thousand-year-old former warlord turned criminal mastermind Xu Wenwu, a man who comes with weird romanticism baked into every inch of him (again, Tony Leung Chiu-Wai). Near the climax, I muttered to Steve: "Thousand-year soul, aged like an egg," which seemed a fitting eulogy. Meanwhile, I can't wait for the mystical warriors of Ta Lo (the dimension-straddling pocket country Shang-Chi's mother came from) to meet up with Wakanda's core crew at some point: Soul lions vs. war rhinos, Sunday Sunday Sunday.
In other news, I haven't watched Black Widow yet, and I should, I really should. I didn't expect to still be this pissed off with what they did with her, two--three?--years later. Not that it has shit to do with me, or ever did.
At any rate. Now I need to get dressed, go pick up Cal from school and ferry him over to the orthodontist, so we can find out how much his braces are going to cost us.
