flamethrowing-hurdy-gurdy: Argh, I just realised who grunting Mad Max reminds me of.You gonna…
Wednesday, June 17th, 2015Argh, I just realised who grunting Mad Max reminds me of.
You gonna laugh.
Stitch.
Yeah, the little blue Disney alien dude.
Who also communicates only in grunts and half-words, and has a single, awkward kinda-sorta-don’t-wanna-talk-but-I-gotta speech at the end of the film. Who also doesn’t quite know what he’s supposed to do with himself. Who needs to repeat certain things in order to reassure himself that, hm, yes, yes, what I just said is correct, it sounds weird spoken out loud, but yes.
Because what both of them say anchors them in the universe somewhere, when before the entire point of them was that they were speeding bundles of nerve and fury and instinct and not attached to anyone or anything.
“This is my family. It’s little…and broken…but still good. Yeah. Still good”. Vs “Max. My name is Max That’s my name. *nods to himself reassuringly*.”
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