Harry opts to see his long-gone loved ones for one reason: he is preparing himself for death.
An eerie discrepancy begins to eek into your head. Who the heck is this whiny Paddy Considine guy? Why does HE get to carry the shotgun out of the woods? It was supposed to be me!
"And you, you're my favorite."
You know who IS trying here, though? Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman is trying.
The main problem with this guy is that he's just a moron.
Preview of coming attractions. I don't think Real Gary would be as pleased about Lost in Space as Tiny Gary apparently is.
Something about this relationship made me think about Plato's The Symposium. Stay with me, here
What do you do in between posts, Katrina? Well, I believe in the power of Public Service Announcements, so.
Gary Oldman, in his little round spectacles, probably deserves better lines than the following: "Aleeeeeeeex! ALEX! Alex. Alex! Alex! ALEEEEX CAN YOU HEAR ME? Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex, no!" (Clearly he cannot hear you, Gary, or he probably would have mentioned it by now).
We inevitably hope the best for Harry because time and time again the boy is subjected to the loss of those he loves.