Earth, 1957. Somewhere off the coast of Maine, a fisherman caught in a storm sees an enormous metal being – an Iron Giant, if you will – with two great glowing eyes in the middle of the sea. Understandably, no-one believes him, until a small boy by the unfortunate name of Hogarth Hughes (Eli Marienthal) comes across said giant when it gets caught up in the electrical power plant. Naturally, being a young boy, Hogarth thinks the robot is awesome, and wants to do lots of cool things with it, but he isn’t the only party interested in the giant, and when the authorities hear about him they think it’s potentially a threat from Russia.
Don’t you just absolutely hate when you look forward to something since the very first moment you hear about it, then when the opportunity rolls around to experience it other elements of your life crop up and get in the way? Me too. As soon as I saw a trailer for the Lego Jurassic World video game I knew what my future would entail. I got a bonus last month, so treated myself to a pre-order. The game arrived on Saturday (Amazon put it in a giant box so it couldn’t be delivered on Friday and I ad to go collect it), and it’s still entombed within it’s cellophane wrapper. What has become of the world? Why must I be cursed with house guests and walks in the countryside?!? For what purpose to I burden myself with these time-consuming blogging goals, and why do I adhere to them instead of playing as a tiny plastic Muldoon!?! Why!?!?!?!?!? Anyway, here’s what I did do this week, most of which was tainted by the knowledge that there’s a game based on two of my favourite things, I own a copy, yet doing the stuff on this post got in the way of me even OPENING THE DAMN THING. Continue reading