Etikettarkiv: Fantasy

Race to Witch Mountain

Race to witch mountain (2009)

Sara:
We know you’re frustrated, Jack Bruno…
Jack Bruno:
No. No more ”Jack Bruno this, Jack Bruno that.” I’ve been asking for answers…
Sara:
You already know the answers, Jack Bruno. My brother and I are indeed not from your planet.
Jack Bruno:
[laughs]
That’s it? So that’s it? Mystery solved! You two want me to believe that you’re both aliens.
Seth:
It is the truth.
Jack Bruno:
Really? Well, you don’t look like aliens.
Sara:
Well, what does an alien look like, Jack Bruno?
Jack Bruno:
You know what aliens look like. They look like, like little green people with antennas and, and laser guns and, ”Take me to your leader, Earthlings.”

Fortsätt läsa Race to witch mountain (2009)

The Croods

Croodarna (2013)

Guy:
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful tiger. She lived in a cave with the rest of her family. Her father and mother told her: ”You may go anywhere you want, but never go near the cliff, for you could fall.”
Grug:
And fall. Good story.
Guy:
But when no one was looking, she go near the cliff, for the closer she came to the edge, the more could she hear, the more could she see, the more she could feel. Finally, she stood at the very edge. She saw a light. She leaned out to touch it… and she slipped.
Grug:
And she fell.
Guy:
And she flew.
Thunk:
Where did she fly?
Guy:
Tomorrow.
Eep:
Tomorrow?
Guy:
A place with more suns in the sky than you can count.
Thunk:
It would be so bright!
Guy:
A place not like today, or yesterday. A place where things are better.
Grug:
Tomorrow isn’t a place. It’s-it’s-it… Ugh! You can’t see it!
Guy:
Oh, yes, yes it is. I’ve seen it. That’s where I’m going.

Fortsätt läsa Croodarna (2013)

Ruby Sparks (2012)

Calvin Weir-Fields:
This is the true and impossible story of my very great love. In the hope that she will not read this and reproach me, I have withheld many telling details: her name, the particulars of her birth and upbringing, and any identifying scars or birth marks. All the same, I cannot help but write this for her, to tell her ”I’m sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I’m sorry for so many things. I couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere.” One may read this and think it’s magic, but falling in love is an act of magic, so is writing. It was once said of Catcher In The Rye, ”That rare miracle of fiction has again come to pass: a human being has been created out of ink, paper and the imagination.” I am no J.D. Salinger, but I have witnessed a rare miracle. Any writer can attest: in the luckiest, happiest state, the words are not coming from you, but through you. She came to me wholly herself, I was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.

Fortsätt läsa Ruby Sparks (2012)

Jupiter ascending (2015)

Jupiter Jones:
It’s like my internal compass points directly at Mr. Wrong. Maybe it’s my genes. Maybe I have defective engineering, too.
[moving closer]

Jupiter Jones:
And if that’s the case, is there anyway to fix it?
Caine Wise:
[backing away]
You are royalty now. I’m a splice, you don’t understand what that means. I have more in common with a dog than I have with you.
Jupiter Jones:
I love dogs, I’ve always loved dogs.

Fortsätt läsa Jupiter ascending (2015)