Sentences with phrase «land of the dead looks»

With its hillside houses that appear to be stacked atop one another, the movie's sparkling Land of the Dead looks like the city of Guanajato.

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What conceit and self righteousness to think for a moment that any of you are someone who is being looked after or has the ability to move on to an after life with this conjoured up image of some humanoid that will ascene you to some kind of «Happy Land» when you are more likely dead forever and dried up turning into bug invested happy meals or just plan old dust if your sealed or cremated..

And when his wife died he went down alive into the land of the dead and made music before the King of the Dead till even he had compassion and gave him back his wife, on condition that he led her up out of that land without once looking back to see her until they came into the lidead and made music before the King of the Dead till even he had compassion and gave him back his wife, on condition that he led her up out of that land without once looking back to see her until they came into the liDead till even he had compassion and gave him back his wife, on condition that he led her up out of that land without once looking back to see her until they came into the light.

This will get their fat asses out of their recliners to go out onto their «sacred» lands and do something, like look for dead Eagles that died from natural causes.

In both its «real - life» Mexico and fantasy Land of the Dead settings, Coco boasted a broad palette that looked dazzling.

When I look at Land of Dead, the game really just seems like a pretty lousy looking game, with some minor frame rate issues and a total lack of detail and originality.

Of course, if you've seen the Guillermo Del Toro - produced The Book of Life, Coco won't look quite so spectacular, but if you haven't, Coco's take on the afterlife is a neon cornucopia of never - ending spectacle, from the tram system that carts skeletons about, to an EXCELLENT bit with Frida Kahlo, to the fanciful alebrijes, the spirit animals that roam the Land of the DeaOf course, if you've seen the Guillermo Del Toro - produced The Book of Life, Coco won't look quite so spectacular, but if you haven't, Coco's take on the afterlife is a neon cornucopia of never - ending spectacle, from the tram system that carts skeletons about, to an EXCELLENT bit with Frida Kahlo, to the fanciful alebrijes, the spirit animals that roam the Land of the Deaof Life, Coco won't look quite so spectacular, but if you haven't, Coco's take on the afterlife is a neon cornucopia of never - ending spectacle, from the tram system that carts skeletons about, to an EXCELLENT bit with Frida Kahlo, to the fanciful alebrijes, the spirit animals that roam the Land of the Deaof never - ending spectacle, from the tram system that carts skeletons about, to an EXCELLENT bit with Frida Kahlo, to the fanciful alebrijes, the spirit animals that roam the Land of the Deaof the Dead.

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There are numerous colorful scenes, many in the Land of the Dead, where there are seemingly hundreds of characters doing hundreds of things, independently, each with their own distinct look and personality.

Looking for help and answers, Miguel travels to the Land of the Dead — a dazzlingly vibrant, stacked metropolis inspired by the Mexican city of Guanajuato — himself and sets off an adventure with trickster skeletal companion Hector (Gael García Bernal) to find the rest of his family, de la Cruz, and the answer to how he can fix this curse.

Now a red band trailer for The Dead Lands has debuted ahead of its stateside release, and it looks like it could be really cool.

FROM combines the dead dogs from the Undead Burg to strange looking werewolves and Brightstone Cove peasants to mix up the world of Yharnam, the land of the cure.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,