Frankenstein (1931)
Frankenstein (1931)
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Mary Shelley’s 1818 novel Frankenstein tells the story of a young scientist, Dr. Victor Frankenstein, who embarks on a twisted scientific experiment to reanimate a reconstructed human corpse, creating new life. When his experiment succeeds, he is horrified by the monster he has created. The creature escapes into the world but is rejected by humanity, which sees him as an abomination. (more…)
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Harlan’s film, unlike Mendes’, was an enormous box office success,[1] and it is said that concentration camp guards and the SS were shown this film to remind them of their duties. It is fast-paced, and Harlan shows things: the oppression of Süß’s decrees, Theodora’s corpse, the angry mob, and the people fighting for their rights. Sturm’s calm, civil demeanor is contrasted with Süß’s slick manipulation and George’s overbearing yet sensual Karl. (more…)
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The smartest people I know who do personally work on AI think the scaremongering coming from people who don’t work on AI is lunacy. — Marc Andreessen, Twitter (more…)
Nancy Crampton Brophy, a writer who claims that the fact that she once wrote a blog post entitled “How to Murder Your Husband” has nothing to do with the fact that she actually shot her husband to death.
Nancy Crampton Brophy, a writer who claims that the fact that she once wrote a blog post entitled “How to Murder Your Husband” has nothing to do with the fact that she actually shot her husband to death.
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In a shocking case of ram-on-black violence, an unnamed adult male sheep in South Sudan recently attacked a 45-year-old black woman named Adhieu Chaping, killing her almost instantly. At press time it remains unclear what the ram’s motivation was — it could have been for money, or due to unrequited love, or simply a manifestation of the interspecies hatred and violence that have plagued the sprawling, worthless Dark Continent for millennia now. (more…)
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How many of you have ever flown into Auckland Airport (as in New Zealand), assembled your mountain bike, then headed due south, ending up that evening at a nowhere stop that at least had a large pub featuring karaoke night (which had surprisingly good singers)? Further, how many of you, after food and beer, then pitched your little tent across the river from the pub on the other bank in the dark, listening as remaining patrons jeered the police waiting in the dark for drunk drivers? (more…)