John H. Knight
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Yet another aspiring writer trying his luck on the endless prairie of the Internet.
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Extraordinary - a review
Superheroes are cool, no two ways about that. They have style, skills and powers, they are brave, and many times they are the last line of defence between humanity and extinction. They inspire people, on and off screen, to be better. What's more, though the lines "And I am Iron Man" followed by a simple snap of the finger will undoubtedly be one of the most significant moments of cinema history to our generation, superheroes aren't only battling with purple aliens hell-bent on destroying everything. No, lately, they started to take on different kinds of foes: organised crime, systemic racism, mental health issues, misogyny, far-right ideology in general, climate change, and the list goes on and on. Superhero stories are evolving: the good guy in the cape beating up the bad guy isn't enough anymore. And as some stories are aiming at real-life problems within their well-built worlds, some others set out to explore what would happen if superheroes would encounter the real world, the one we are, the viewers, living in.
By John H. Knight2 days ago in Geeks
Tales of London #13
The rain stopped but it was still cold outside. The sky was grey and felt somehow low. The wind howled between the buildings, racing with the traffic. Jenna, still listening to music, walked towards the office, head down, hands in her pockets, deep in thought.
By John H. Knight7 days ago in Fiction
The attack of the cinematic universes
With movie theatres ruled by a few big franchises, individual, one-off movies get less and less attention. While it is comforting to jump right back into our respective favourite cinematic universes every now and then, sometimes a movie that does not want to be more than just one single story could be refreshing. Here are 10 movies that don’t try to be the next Marvel, but still well worth two hours of your life.
By John H. Knight7 days ago in Geeks
Tales of London #12
The alarm went off. Jenna sat up so suddenly that her hair was bouncing in front of her face. The blanket fell on her lap. The room didn't look familiar at all in the darkness and she never ever set an alarm for herself. For moments, she was disoriented, confused.
By John H. Knight9 days ago in Filthy
Ten unsolved Hollywood mysteries
Let’s face it: we love mysteries. The more spine-chilling, the better. We love murder mysteries and true crimes, we love to watch the darkness in our world from the safety of our favourite armchair. I won’t try to guess why such a macabre activity is so popular these days, but even after a mystery is solved, we tend not to pay attention, not to accept the solution: answers can be simple and boring while mysteries are exciting.
By John H. Knight12 days ago in Criminal
Ten terrible characters
You know the feeling when watching a movie or TV show, a point comes after which we cease to root for the hero and hate the villain and with all our existence we wish for that one annoying, entitled, spoiled, hateful, terrible horrible character to die finally? Or at least to move to somewhere very unpleasant, like Hell, or some kind of negative dimension full of monsters or perhaps Florida.
By John H. Knight14 days ago in Geeks
Tales on London #10
The room was perfectly dark and almost as silent. The men could hear their own heartbeats. It was also very cold and felt big, but of course, they couldn't be sure about that last one. It smelled very bad, like rotten flesh and urine and stool, among other things.
By John H. Knight15 days ago in Fiction
Tales of London #9
Finding a pub in London, especially in the inner zones was easier than finding a parking spot. They only had to cross the road from the Museum and there were two already, but they looked way too busy. On a normal day, it would be full of tourists resting after a long day in the Museum, and Robert had no doubt that tomorrow will be the same. It was a very British, nay, Londoner thing to do: open your thing for the public a mere days after people were killed because life goes on, doesn't it? No time to mourn. Just don't forget to mop the blood first. And don’t get emotional, we’re British, after all.
By John H. Knight17 days ago in Fiction
