Discussion in 'Slavic Countries General Discussion' started by Darthana, Sep 29, 2005.
I know Maja and Noldor are with me... but I'm expanding my campain.
CROWD: *Boo!* *Hiss!*
COMMENTATOR: It looks as though the audience feel that this is doomed to failure! What will happen? Tune in next week to find out.
*steps out from angry mob*
*throws a rotten tomato at the stage, than at the OPPM*
The Republic fleet in Bulgaria is with you DarthAna...
I liked the love story in the Prequels...
@JediMaja, you have not yet stated is you like the love story of SW or not.
We're pwning each other with that all the time here.
Yes, and the Mathematicians always win!
I saw the title of this thread. This was my reaction:
Oh, you are so mean!
Why, thank you.
At your service.
I like the love story, though not that one from Classic trilogy. It is too old fashiones for my taste. Prequel trilogy love story is more profound. I thas something Shakespeareian in it.
I don't get what's the big deal about all this... Please, explain.
I knew I could count on you, Noldor. I agree that Prequels are sort of Shakespeareian. What do you think it is the element that appears above all the others?
O, it is not a big deal, but we keep pwning each other all the time. This pwning is mostly about the love stories. I wanted this place to be something where we can all change opinions on this matter, so expect Amon, Slyk, Igor and Cobra to throw a distasteful comment from time to time.
*throwing 3 rotten tomatoes and dozen rotten apples at stage for back row*
DOWN WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Act 4. Scene 5
SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.
Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
Undraws the curtains
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
Enter LADY CAPULET
What noise is here?
O lamentable day!
What is the matter?
Look, look! O heavy day!
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help! Call help.
For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
O lamentable day!
O woful time!
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding-day
Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day, most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
And with my child my joys are buried.
Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:
Nothing can stand up to: "You're braking my heart!"
I thought canon now read:
Anakin, you're eating my heart!
Not reall. By the degree of stupidity, nothing can stand up to: "I hate sand."
Oh yes, it gets everywhere.
I wonder how he knows that
Conclusion: A&P are perverse gits ~ first Padme who uses that silly corset to tell Anakin that there is "no theory" taht the two of them can be together; then Anakin who can think of nothing else than certain activities with the sand.
That is why R&B is the best love story in SW. (If you have to choose between three evils, you'll choose the lesser)
They are not pathetic; Bastila's "Just shut up and kiss me." line was even funny.
No. B&R suck more than A&P. A&P suck more than H&L. All of them suck more than R&J. But noone sucks more than Werther and Lotta.
Shizz... I've got lost