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amari_zFor some odd reason, I watched the movie King Arthur. I had vowed never to do such a thing. I mean, come on, while I devoured any and all interpretations of the legend when I was younger and a creature of more free time and less impatience, Roman "knights" at Hadrian's wall in the mid-fifth century? Okay, I freely admit I have absolutely no ability to remember dates, but 410 seems to ring a bell somewhere. There are so many things wrong with the plot that I don't know where to begin.
Anyway, for some reason I did watch (maybe because I finally realized that Lancelot was played by Ioan Gruffudd, of Horatio Hornblower, and how could I resist that--I am, to my own constant surprise, shallower than I think) and I was filled with indignation on many fronts. So filled with indigation that I think I'm obsessed. It's like Phantom Menace all over again. So much potential. So totally not used properly. I'm so indignant, I may even have to write fic. Now that's outrage. We shall see if it lasts.
Anyway, for some reason I did watch (maybe because I finally realized that Lancelot was played by Ioan Gruffudd, of Horatio Hornblower, and how could I resist that--I am, to my own constant surprise, shallower than I think) and I was filled with indignation on many fronts. So filled with indigation that I think I'm obsessed. It's like Phantom Menace all over again. So much potential. So totally not used properly. I'm so indignant, I may even have to write fic. Now that's outrage. We shall see if it lasts.
