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Ungoliantschilde

@ungoliantschilde / ungoliantschilde.tumblr.com

My name is John and I am into Comics, Movies, Artwork, Painting, Rock'n'Roll and Music in General and Pop-Culture in particular. I enjoy polite discussions and requests!
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I found myself pondering the movies for Conan the Barbarian, and Solomon Kane respectively.

This came about (Aside from 2 beers and a lot of whiksy) because I realize that, by and large I should in all sense have a passionate hatred for movies that made up an "Origin Story" for two characters never truly given such by their creator Mr. Robert E. Howard.

The more I thought about this the more I realized the reason for my lack of disdain. In today's entertainment culture, we fear cinema making an exploit of beloved characters for the sake of brand recognition and clout with an established fan base, because the people in charge arn't interested in the source material to begin with.

With these two movies, I feel that is absent. In fact I dare say it seems the directors, writers, producers, actors and so on, attempted to look at these characters and asked "How would you create such a titan among men?"

If you watch these films side by side you see the exact moment the character, either of the two, that we know and love, is truly immortalized as we know them.

Interesting that they take place at opposite ends of their respective films I might add.

In Conan, almost near the end, before the final confrontation, our barbarian states "For us, there is no spring. Only the Wind when it smells fresh, before the storm"

Near the beginning of Solomon Kane after a devastating scene of the murder of innocents, Solomon looks to the heavens and beseeches God asking "Is this, all I am to you? Then so be it."

Both these movies give our characters a moment, I believe, where they BECOME, the character we know them as.

Conan makes a statement that he is never going to know anything but the thrill of battle, a life lived on a razor's edge, whether pirate, thief, brigand, barbarian or even king, he will not know the peace of other men. In parallel, Solomon is forced to recognize he is a man of divine retribution. He is a man of no land no people or home but a sword destined to smite injustice and evil wherever he witnesses it.

I think the reason many people flock to, despite these films' obvious divergence from canon, such stories is they are a believable addition to the character's legend.

Conan and Solomon are not "Modern Mythology gods" in the way superheroes or such are concerned. They are Hyper Human. We do not envy their divine abilities and perfect character, we aspire to the length of their human emotion and action.

In that, I think both these films gave us a believable perspective into how such men are made.

Well put.

For the record, I have watched Conan the Barbarian so many times that I now put it on in the background when I’m tired and want to sleep. And yes, whiskey and beer are usually involved in the decision making process.

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so… I turned 33 this past week. I recently moved myself to Missouri. Been working as a farm hand/cattle manager for the past few weeks and I did not expect to enjoy it as much as I do. I wake up at 5:30am, and I am getting ready to pass out right now. It is 9:15pm here, and that time used to mean my night was just starting. Now, I wake up to a rooster crowing across the barnyard.

That rooster is the king of this little place, and he looks at me like hired help. (I mean, I AM hired help, but it is my Parent's place, and I am being paid with food, shelter, and anything I need to live comfortably.) That condescending rooster is oddly endearing. His harem of chickens all run from me in terror. But not him. That dude sits on top of his feed bin the moment I leave the barn door open. I shoo him out of the barn, and he just glares at me with disgust. Not anger, not disappointment: Disgust. Like I just spilled wine on him while he was wearing a Tuxedo. He is an oddly endearing little dude.

No longer married either. life is too short to spend it being unhappy with someone that does not make you happy. I spent 8 years trying to make it work, and it did not. She probably feels differently. I feel like I spent 8 years being criticized and blamed for everything, all the while being constantly told I had to do more, seemingly so she could watch and judge me while doing less and less. It was depressing and exhausting.

I deserve to be happy too, and it seems like I found my path to that goal down here amongst the cow shit, the rooster, his harem, and the beautiful landscape of Americana that stretches as far as the eye can see in every direction. Thomas Hart Benton painted a lot of Missouri landscapes. I have been here for about 4 weeks, and I am now of the opinion that he was a photorealistic painter. I will post some of it soon.

I am taking a break from my usual oeuvre and talking about something personal because, well, this is my website. This blog has been a continuous source of fun for me. Please, feel free to ask if you want me to talk about an artist you like, or if you just want me to shut up and post pretty stuff by an artist you like. I will post some Thomas Hart Benton, and then I am off to the land of Nod.

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