This mirrors how GO the game only ever lets the player throw Pokéballs at the wild ones, without ever needing to weaken them first;I adored the Sun & Moon seasons of the Pokémon anime; dare I say it, it's my favorite arc of its whole 1,000+ episode run. Considering what I had already experienced with the series before Sun & Moon, it's not hard to see why. I first became a Pokémon fan around 2009, starting my lifelong obsession by playing hours of Platinum version and watching the second half of the Diamond & Pearl anime. The show captured that younger me with how much resemblance the stories bore to the games; it was something I'd never felt before, feeling like I could relate to the characters' struggles that I knew not from my personal life but from a simulated world I'd become fixated on.
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This is the transcript of the first episode of Making It: Women in Film - “Escaping Through Filmmaking”. Hosted by Shania Bethune and Malin Evita.
Ever since I started watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine, I’ve been a massive fan of Andy Samberg. Of course, I had heard of his exploits on Saturday Night Live and as one of the members of The Lonely Island before, but it was after I saw him as Jake Peralta that I began to take notice of his incredible charm and talent for comedy. It was only natural, therefore, that I immediately plop myself down first thing in the morning when I heard that a new movie starring him titled Palm Springs, had been released on Hulu. I went into the movie completely blind and not knowing what to expect, and what I found was pleasantly surprising. Palm Springs is a light-hearted romantic comedy that can get surprisingly poignant at times, yet never loses itself in its more serious moments.
Oh my word! This is the most excited I've been for a film release since the midnight showing of "Avengers: Endgame" last year in my local IMAX. I'm a massive fan of the stage musical, to the point where I've seen it twice in London's West End and once on Broadway - after waiting over 8 hours outside the Richard Rodgers Theatre in the cancellation queue. The favourite cast I've seen to date is the first run from London, but I've always wished I could have seen the original from Broadway with writer and creator Lin-Manuel Miranda starring as the lead; and now I can.
I've always been an avid reader. In fact, with the books currently in my parents' storage and my bookshelves, we could probably create a small library.
Batman is like the James Bond of superheroes. It’s hard to imagine a time when they’ll ever stop making Batman movies. Between now and 2022, there’s even going to be three live action Batman’s, as if one wasn’t enough.
If I were not in my twenties and attempting to budget like a proper adult, I would have spent the majority of my money on artwork by now. Instead I have developed a slight addiction to scrolling through Instagram for hours on end, flicking from artist to artist and admiring their work. Additionally, if I see a piece of artwork that I like in a gallery or museum, I’ll purchase it in the form of a postcard or print, as this is the most efficient way of cluttering my walls with artwork without spending lots of money. However, I have not taken much time to notice how whitewashed my Instagram art feed and my wall of postcards have both become. Without even noticing, I have severely disregarded the lack of diversity in the artists that I admire and purchase from.
Back in the mid '00s, one of our middle school teachers decided to show us a movie for the last class of semester. Clearly well intentioned and looking for something youth oriented and educational, she had found a movie called EuroTrip. Safe to say, that much like Scotty in the film, she didn’t know. And, as pop punk Matt Damon cameo jumped on stage to sing about what it was exactly that Scotty didn’t know about, it was kind of too late to do anything about this little romp across a highly caricatured Europe we were about to take. It was dumb, it was fun and shameless almost to a point of being strangely endearing. It was — for (or despite of) all intents and purposes — an oddly perfect moment in time.