elaby | I'm loving these Greek Hero movies

So, as you may have heard, caitirin and I saw Alexander today.

I
enjoyed it immensely, and I'm really glad we went to see it in the
theatre. Even though at times the melodrama was such that I had to
stuff my sleeve in my mouth so as not to disturb the other (five)
people in the audience with my laughter.

I
don't know much about Alexander himself (maybe I'll learn next
semester!) so nothing hit me as glaringly historically inaccurate. I
did have fun playing "identify-the-actor-as-fast-as-I-can", as Brian
Blessed (who is in practically every Kenneth Branagh movie known to
man... he played Hamlet's father and was in Much Ado, as well as
playing Robin's dad in Prince of Thieves) was in it and I got Anthony
Hopkin's voice after just a couple words. There was also an incredibly
prolific amount of pretty men in this movie. I'm a fan of Colin Farrell
anyway, although it was really weird seeing him blond, and all of the
male love interests were just gorgeous. Angelina Jolie wasn't too bad
either, though I've never been infatuated with her looks. She had a
neat accent.

The melodrama got really heavy at some points, and
- you can all attest to this - I'm never one to turn away the pretty
man angst, but GEEZ. Somebody needs to tell Colin Farrell/the director
that if your main character starts to bawl every other scene, it's not
going to be very effective the times when he has more reason to be
crying. However, I can't say that I didn't enjoy that.

There
was a bit near the end where everything went all red-scale, and I
thought something was wrong with the film, but it turned out just to be
artistic lisence. I couldn't see who was who then, though, and that
kind of bugged me.

But oh my GOD. I want Babylon.

The
fight scenes were pretty cool - very bloody - and we now know why the
commanders always wore funny hats. It's because that's the only way
your troops were going to recognize you through all that dust.

All
in all, I was really glad I went to see it, and it was extremely
enjoyable. Hephaistion, Alexander's True Love (tm) got a whole lot less
lovin' than I would have liked... Alexander snogged the random Indian
dancer boy more passionately than we ever saw him do anything with the
guy who was supposed to be his soulmate. The eye candy was just
incredible, though. There was some for those female-inclined as well,
but all of the women in the movie were either (extremely cool)
psycho-bitch-mothers in the fine Greek tradition, or just kind of wild
and nuts and naked.

Yeah, so that was fun ^_^ I'm SO glad to have Old English over with. So glad.

This
dream stuck in my head all morning, because it was so weird and vivid.
It mostly consisted of scenes, and the situation kept changing.

Somehow,
I was trapped in Lucius Malfoy's body WITH Lucius Malfoy. It was some
kind of scheme, and I can't remember who was orchestrating it, but they
had him and they were torturing him. They'd cut his hair, and he was
wearing some sort of wig because apparently Malfoys go bald (*DIES*).
There was a painting on the wall that the person in charge showed
Lucius (and me, since I was in the body too), of his mother, who was
sick and bald and who he had been very cruel to. He was not amused by
that, and I could tell it upset him. Sometime around this, I managed to
break my way to the surface and told whoever was in charge that while I
wanted to help them arrest/punish/get Malfoy, I could feel all the
torture and I wasn't unconscious like they said I would be and I
witnessed all the shitty things he did. The orchestrator said that he
knew that, and was sorry, but I'd only have to do it for a few more
days/weeks (until the beginning of April, and it was March in the
dream), and that it was nice to hear a good person's voice coming out
of Malfoy.

Then there was a random scene in a big manorhouse
where Hagrid had been tending lilies, purple ones. I touched one, still
in Lucius's body, and the blossom fell off... then Hagrid yelled at me
for it, because he thought that Lucius had done it, where it had
actually been me and I hadn't wanted to hurt it.

Then, Lucius
and I were both not in his body but in a body that looked like Draco,
but wasn't. Because around this time Draco came home from school - he
had been doing things with a mini-Death Eater gang or something, but he
got freaked out and deserted. When he saw me answer the door, decked
out in white furs with the Pimp Cane and all, he said "Potter!" like he
thought it was Harry with a Polyjuice potion or something. I groaned
inwardly.

Then I WAS Harry, instead of me, but still in a body
that looked like Draco accompanied by Lucius. Someone had kidnapped me
and thrown me into the back of a truck, and for a few seconds I had
control of the body and I looked out of the back to see my grandparents
(who were muggles, and ran a bakery), who recognized me. Then Lucius
took over again. He was the dominant individual the whole time.

The
thing I remember the most about the dream was struggling to keep
control of my consciousness, because Lucius was obviously stronger than
me. And that they were torturing - er, us - by tying rubber bands
around the body's fingers.