Saturday I saw Hellboy, which was quite good. It was exciting, and funny, and
The film was also weak because of lack of character exposition, ironically enough. There was a lot to these characters, which the film could only hint at. Perhaps the characters would have seen stronger if I’d been able to see them build over time.
I also read Orson Scott Card’s Hart’s Hope. It’s only the second Card book I’ve read (the first was his amazing SF novel Ender’s Game). I was blown away, mainly because I’ve never read anything quite like it. Which, ironically, is something I don’t say much about fantasy.
In Hart’s Hope as in Ender’s Game, Card showcases his abilty to write about truly horrible things, without either sensationalizing it or trying desperately to make a Point. He simply portrays these acts as horrible, and leaves them as they are. Which, in a way, shows tremendous respect. He lets those acts speak for themselves.