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Dok ne dodje do nas, evo sta kaze Shepard: iako odbijam da poverujem da je film bas toliko los, zavrsnica texta je tako dobra da ne mogu da je ne okacim ovde:

The question we have to ask ourselves, in relation to this revolutionary breakthrough, is do we need a better means of making a living comic book than we already have? Do we really want American theater screens to become more thickly populated with Scooby Doos and Spidermen, with features that reflect high production values and an utter lack of substance? If Sky Captain were the only film of its kind, or one among few, it might expect a more favorable reception, but it is merely another in an unending line of undistinguished entertainments that constitute an assault by the legions of Mammon upon our intelligence and our culture, that—if successful—will reduce our children and their children's children to idiot proles with the average IQ of stuffed animals, who, after centuries of bumbling about and bungling even the simplest tasks, will produce generations of devolved humanity who gradually will lose the ability to stand erect, giving birth in turn to a final generation of tiny beetle-like creatures with the semblance of human faces imprinted on their carapaces who will crawl over the immense trash heap beneath which civilization lies buried, rubbing their mandibles so as to create drones lamenting some basic fact or condition of life to which they are no longer privy and of which only this pitiful reflex remains. But this of no matter. All flesh is grass. The passing of our civilization, some three or four centuries distant, need not concern us.
On to the next movie.

ko kaže da već nije stigao?  

QuoteThe question we have to ask ourselves, in relation to this revolutionary breakthrough, is do we need a better means of making a living comic book than we already have? Do we really want American theater screens to become more thickly populated with Scooby Doos and Spidermen, with features that reflect high production values and an utter lack of substance? If Sky Captain were the only film of its kind, or one among few, it might expect a more favorable reception, but it is merely another in an unending line of undistinguished entertainments that constitute an assault by the legions of Mammon upon our intelligence and our culture, that—if successful—will reduce our children and their children's children to idiot proles with the average IQ of stuffed animals, who, after centuries of bumbling about and bungling even the simplest tasks, will produce generations of devolved humanity who gradually will lose the ability to stand erect, giving birth in turn to a final generation of tiny beetle-like creatures with the semblance of human faces imprinted on their carapaces who will crawl over the immense trash heap beneath which civilization lies buried, rubbing their mandibles so as to create drones lamenting some basic fact or condition of life to which they are no longer privy and of which only this pitiful reflex remains. But this of no matter. All flesh is grass. The passing of our civilization, some three or four centuries distant, need not concern us.
On to the next movie.

Da je samo znao sta ga ceka.