SHE IS SO IN LOVE 🥹🤏🤍

Dirty Harry telling Gul Dukat what happened to the last Cardassian who caused trouble in his jurisdiction.

The Dead Pool

A very happy birthday to Jim Carrey!

Happy birthday Clint!

Happy birthday, Clint Eastwood! Here's some art inspired by the Dollars trilogy, Where Eagles Dare, and Dirty Harry art!

Morena Baccarin

The Dead Pool (1988)

With The Dead Pool, the Dirty Harry series ends on a low note. For fans of the character, it is worth seeing. There are several great, memorable lines and there’s a car chase that’s so well executed it’s worth enduring the bland villain and an uninspired plot to see it.

After SFPD Inspector “Dirty” Harry Callahan sends a crime kingpin to prison, he becomes a media sensation. Harry and his new partner, Al Quan (Evan Kim) then begin investigating the death of a rock singer (played by Jim Carrey), whose name is found in a “dead pool” game, in which participants predict celebrity deaths. After numerous attempts are placed on his life, Harry suspects his name might be on the list as well.

After The Enforcer (is that the right title? I can never remember which is which), this final picture disappoints. There’s no complexity to this story whatsoever. No grey areas or characters that’ll make you think. There’s not even an attempt. It’s just a basic serial killer mystery, one that isn’t even all that satisfying to follow along. There’s no way you can guess who the killer is, and I don’t mean this in a “Wow, I did NOT see that coming!” I mean in a “there are no clues, even in hindsight, that would lead you to the culprit” kind of way. It’s neat to see Liam Neeson as slasher film director Peter Swan and Jim Carrey has some enjoyable moments. Otherwise, this doesn’t feel like much of a film. It could’ve been a two-part episode of a police procedural TV series.

Keep those criticisms in mind, as I list what this picture does well. Firstly, Callahan has some fantastic lines here. There are many, so I won’t feel bad about giving away my favorite. “Opinions are like a$$holes, everybody’s got one”. Doesn’t that just summarize the character as a whole? It’s so funny and so off-putting to hear him mercilessly dig into anyone that rubs him the wrong way you can’t help but enjoy yourself. The Dead Pool has a surprising amount of laughs as it takes numerous potshots at established Dirty Harry tropes by turning them on their head, the best of which is a car chase. I don’t want to say anything about it, as any hints would spoil some of the surprise. The rest of the picture may be generic and forgettable but that chase is not. It’s so good you’re surprised more work wasn’t put in the rest of the film.

There is little continuity between the Dirty Harry films, so here is my advice: if you want to see them all, begin with Dirty Harry, then The Enforcer, Magnum Force, The Dead Pool and finally, Sudden Impact. This way, you spread out the good evenly, and the only so-so entries are bookended by strong films that will carry you through. Despite the few good moments it contains, the only time someone might watch The Dead Pool is in a marathon. (On DVD, March 16, 2018)

i just. i just…FUCK. i just really want harrowhark to go sicko mode when she realizes john has the power to resurrect whoever he wants he just chooses not to and even after learning about his own blood daughter he still doesn’t resurrect her he just makes her a construct. i would be alecto-levels of grief-stricken-enraged if my childhood nemesis/guard dog/whipping girl/codependent lesbian situationship that i lobotomized over/suicide-pact soulmate/only friend was suddenly here but not here haunting her own dead body and the only reason she’s present is because she was made into a fascist killing machine for a man with a power kink, and she’s not even happy about it but she’s going through the motions because all she knows of love is to be useful. (forever your sword.) and if i was harrow and i died and then came back to myself after switching bodies with the human cage holding the earth’s soul and realized all of this, i think i too would be accompanying the earth’s soul on her shoulder to go kill a man with eclipse-eyes and criminal levels of nonchalance. y’know. the one who guarded g1deon but not me, lord. the one who was so sure i had never seen that which lies insensate and with stilled mind, lord, who did not realize i was a lock and there was a key in the shape of a girl, lord. the one who looked me dead in the eye and told me i could never have my cavalier back, lord. the cavalier who came back haunted and empty and incomplete by your hand, lord.

i’m so team ‘harrowhark saves gideon for real this time not because she wants her cav but because she wants her other half’ i might lose my mind about it

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S3E21, “The Dead Pool” aired 13 years ago (April 11, 2011) 🤍

Not even when Clint Eastwood grabs you by the collar and slams you in to something?

Well, that doesn't count.

Of course not.

Prompt 81

Danny blinked at the small children Ellie was holding the hand of, looking quite proud of herself. The small children- between ten and twelve so somewhere similar to Ellie’s age- who both practically stank of magic and Gods. 

He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose even as Dan cackled while opening the door more to let them inside. “Alright, what’s your name, kids?”

“B-billy…um, Billy Batson...” “‘m Percy! Percy Jackson.” 

“Nice to meet you two- any idea where in your family you have a god or two, because one of you definitely smells like Zeus and I’m pretty sure Poseidon and I am not dealing with either of my half-brothers.” 

this came to me in a dream