Literary pretensions here are poorly served by an artily elliptical narrative, graceless sentences (“She supposed that one had someone one told about something like this, and she had told him”) and decidedly gothic plot elements, such as an illegitimate heir’s stepping forward at the 11th hour. These flaws, crowned by over-privileged Rollin’s whining, make Swallow Hard hard to swallow.
However, judgments of blue color content were similar regardless of whether the participants took acetaminophen or not.
How did this polar change happen? Two words: Guy Fieri.
Have You Ever Dreamed Of Dancing With A Faerie Creature Of Such Blinding, Ethereal Beauty, To Music So Haunting And Sweet That It Makes Your Very Soul Cry Tears Of Enchantment And You Feel That You’ll Die If The Dance Ends And You’ll Die If It Continues?
Ah me! it were easy for one acquainted or unacquainted with Erin to travel and frequent her at this period, in consequence of the goodness of her laws, the tranquility of her hosts, the serenity of her seasons, the splendour of her chieftains, the justice of her Brehons, the regularity of her troops, the talents of her Olaves, the genius of her poets, the various musical powers of her minstrels, the botanical skill of her physicians, the art of her braziers, the useful workmanship of her smiths, and the handicraft of her carpenters; in consequence of the mild bashfulness of her maidens, the strength and prowess of her lords, the generosity and hospitality of her good Brughaidhs [victuallers]; for her Brughaidhs were generous and had abundance of food and kine; her habitations were hospitable, spacious, and open for company and entertainment to remove the hunger and gloom of guests; so that authors record that one woman might travel Erin alone without fear of being violated or molested, though there should be no witnesses to guard her (if she were not afraid of the imputations of slander) from the well-known Osgleann, in Umhall, in the west of the province of Connaught, to the celebrated remarkable rock of Carraic Eoghain, in the east [of Erin], and from the fair-surfaced, woody, grassy-green island of Inis Fail exactly in the south of Banba [Ireland] of the fair margin, to the furious, headlong, foaming, boisterous cascade of Buadh, which is the same as the clear-watered, snowy-foamed, ever-roaring, particoloured, bellowing, in-salmon-aboimding, beautiful old torrent, whose celebrated, well-known name is the lofty-great, clear-landed, contentious, precipitate, loud-roaring, headstrong, rapid, salmon-ful, sea-monster-ful, varying, in-large-fish-abounding, rapid-flooded, furious-streamed, whirling, in-seal-abpunding, royal, and prosperous cataract of Eas Ruaidh, and thence northwards by Teinne Bee an Broghadh, or by the great plain of Madhlninnrighe, to the loud-roaring, water-shooting cliffs of Tory.
Two highly trained judges scored the collected material according to a Dream Bizarreness scale.
At the detail level, she takes a T-rex, and de-trexifys him, she stops him actualising as a t-rex for her own selfish benefit. This is not Love, it is the opposite.
This series’ overall plot execution should be considered a travesty of justice.
SIEGEL: And the upshot of this is an announcement of not a new law actually, but an announcement of a policy that bans certain kinds of, you would say, memes.
It’s not that the film is particularly loathsome, or that Blart is an overweeningly horrible character. What rankles is that he’s barely anything at all; a stereotype of a stereotype; a half-remembered punchline; a stomach with a moustache and wheels. As you watch the film, it’s already forgotten.