Paulo Seabra

I was watching the third Guardians of the Galaxy movie the other day. A bit late to the party to be sure, as I always am when it comes to movies, and I guess maybe I was in a certain mood or state of mind or what have you, because the animal abuse scenes in it made me think about a lot of things. And while there are quite a few of those scenes, the main one for me is, as it is also often the case when it comes to movies, a small one, it is a small detail, a specific and very singular moment. Then again it might not be as insignificant as all that, in great movies the details never are. A lot of thought and work is placed behind all things, and maybe a lot of meaning too, and so now I'm left wondering if I'm on to something or if I'm overthinking everything, or if maybe in a few words time I'll reconsider, and then rewrite, and then delete, this entire page. And the thing in question would be Rocket's very first word, a short and simple word that doesn't even ma...

I like to look into a bunch of things that are best avoided when talking to colleagues and whatnot. One of those things is abortion, which is obviously a controversial and delicate topic that everyone, and especially every HR department, would rather avoid. Another one of those things I like to look into, one that is maybe a bit more accessible but still controversial, would be veganism. For me these two things sorta coincided over time, with my thoughts about abortion forming into a pro-life position even while, or maybe especially while, I was looking into veganism, agreeing with it in some ways, disagreeing with it in other ways, and even having spats with vegans here and there... Whatever it may be, I just kept finding lots of echoes of the two ideas as listening to vegan activists in video essays or podcasts makes me very often come across thoughts that I could very easily plagiarize into a pro-life statement. In fact, a quick exchange that I once “won” against a vegan was when ...

This is actually a little something I've been meaning to write for quite some time now, even before I started this blog, in fact. That is because many a-time I find myself thinking just who am I doing this for, just what is the darn purpose, the bleeding end goal of all this here work. I put in a lot of time and effort on the stuff I write, all of it, both the serious and the silly, even to the point of painstakingly going back to fix little issues that won't even be particularly noticeable to anyone but me, just a bunch of dumb ODC details, I guess. And yet in all those things I wanna say I've put in a whole lot of love too... What I'm trying to say is that, for once in my life I've started doing what I love, and though I get one or two kind words along the way, which do help more than people realize, my work is going mostly unnoticed. At this stage in the game I'd like a day of recognition to arrive, but if or when it does I need to prepare for many moments of...

Maybe you think something like 90210 should claim this lofty title, what with all its beautiful californian people going about their awesome lives, made so enviable from their vast mansions of perpetual summer, mansions that they only ever leave to go to even better places and meet fellow beautiful people to love and have crazy fun with at their private beaches, though their hearts so often and so completely break in what can only be described as the source of all misery in this world... If you did say 90210 you'd be making a fairly decent guess, and my own heart has belonged to Jessica Lowndes ever since I was a dumb fourteen year old kid catching random episodes of her show on TV. But some time afterwards I became a man, and so I sampled the first season of three very different shows – The Sopranos, The Wire, and Oz. And though the first two are the best shows ever made, in that order too, Oz is pretty cool too I guess, though it plays so fast and loose with its rules that i...

Maybe things really were like that back in the eighties, I dunno, I wasn't there, but if this movie is anything to go by, I'm glad I wasn't... But maybe I should start off by mentioning some of the positive aspects of this movie though, such as its classic style, what with everyone's specific and characteristic wardrobe, as well as the classic cars they drive, the diners they go to, the detailed decoration in their rooms, and so on. Also, the soundtrack is amazing, featuring Led Zeppelin's Kashmir and Jackson Browne's Somebody's Baby, a great catchy song although its lyrics are made downright surreal due to the movie's story. And I might have to say story because I hesitate to say the movie has a message. I mean, every movie has some kind of message, it's just that in movies like this one that message may be somewhat indirect or even complete trash. Regardless of the original artist's intent, the truth of the matter is that a movie, especially ...

Once upon a time, fans emerged from movie theaters everywhere, fresh after watching the exciting new entry in the Star Wars franchise, and because it was such a cultural phenomenon, there was a ton of media coverage of the entire event, both before and after the screening. Before viewing, fans everywhere were going crazy after all those months of secrecy and anticipation, what with all those questions about the new characters and their respective secrets within the story. After viewing, fans were very satisfied and they left the theater after what they considered an amazing cinematic experience they planned to repeat many a-time over. However, when the excitement wore off, public perception began to change, and people eventually grew to more or less dislike the movie and its subsequent titles. That movie was The Force Awakens. Well, sorta. The joke was that the movie was meant to be The Phantom Menace, and it might not be entirely correct to say Force Awakens is as disliked as the ...

I very casually liked the first two Fast & Furious movies when I was a kid, mostly because they were constantly on TV during those lazy saturday afternoons. Over time though I became a bit more serious about my interests in cinema, and as such I began to ignore certain movies I knew wouldn't be all that good so as to make more time for movies I know would be proper intellectual cinema, whatever that means. And so it was for quite a few years, I suppose, until one night when I was in college, me and my friends went to McDonald's for a healthy meal and we engaged in some degenerate conversation. At a certain point they began to talk about Furious 7, which I had never seen before. They just went on and on, constantly describing crazy action scenes one after the other to the point where it was hard to believe so much madness could be contained in a single movie. Then over the next couple of days, out of a mix of curiosity and of not wanting to be left out of further discussio...

I watch a ton of movies. Well, not so much lately, but there was a time, especially during my college days, when I'd watch movies all the time, averaging at maybe three a day for weeks on end, and at times even going for five. Thing is though, I never liked to leave movies unfinished, I guess it just isn't in me, so I'd often end up starting a horrible movie, I'd become dreadfully bored with it and I wouldn't pay any attention to it. But still, for whatever reason, I'd force myself to get to the end credits. It was painful and boring and stupid, until one day I thought – wait a minute, does VLC have a speed-up function? Lo and behold, it did... So from that day on, I began to watch movies sped up, at first just fifty percent speed, but then even a hundred. And to be honest, I thought that was the most genius move of all time, I thought it was one of those epiphanies I was too dumb to have figured out before, and everyone was already practicing it as a general ru...