I personally view The Thunderbird/Lightning Serpent relationship as a particular instance of the general myth behind the constellation Aquarius.
Other examples of this kind I see in Garuda/Naga antagonism
The Greek raven Coronis and the serpent distracting him from Apollo’s mission
The Aztec conflict between the Eagle and the Serpent, so well encapsulated in the dual characteristics of the most well known god in the panetheon, Quetzacoatl.
According to my interpretation, the bird, be it the eagle, the raven or the vulture, are all representatives of the sky.
The serpent, in some versions the dragon, represents the earth or the water.
My general interpretation then, that The Thunderbird, being a representation of the sky and its powers, possesses innate Lightening and the Serpent may wish to contend for such power.
Much like the Serpent that stole the plant of immortality from Gilgamesh, another myth I associate with specific Aquarius legends.
I think the Serpent may gain access to the power, because he is in eternal, complementary conflict with the Bird, but that the power did not belong to him originally.
We have a host of interesting creatures.
Our Solovey is not your common thug, he also has sufficient musical hearing for whistling:
Everybody knows her, some dread her, but it would be so wrong to omit her from this list.
Our dragon is not some whimpy fire breather, he has three heads after all:
Well, our version of a mermaid is not too unique usually, except that the fantasy writer Guy Gavriel Kay used her in some remarkable ways in his fiction:
The Serbians know him as Bas Celik, I personally suspect a Turkish fairy tale origin for him, but we call him Koshey:
The next creature, so admirably popularized by our national poet A.S Pushkin, is hardly unique, basically our blend of the Phoenix with the Simurgh:
And since no list can be completed without a cute kitty picture, behold the beauty of our lovely man eating cat
This is our cat Bayun, (the first ‘a’ is pronounced similar to the ‘a’ in the word “car”) described in some fairy tales related to the better known Baba Yaga, Vasilisa and Ivan.
Our prolific poet Pushkin also described another interesting creature in his folkloric poem Ruslan and Ludmila: a talking head of a giant, perhaps his own reinterpretation of Mimir’s head:
The actors were great: I could tell the kid was autistic from the start by how he related to his environment.
The setting is nice: Grand Canyon, that seems well enough explored and innocuous, except you know, horror is about to strike.
The nature of the evil force is, in my opinion original. In principle it has been done before, in particulars, not as much.
The realism established for the minor characters was rather fresh for me.
I would add two more comments about the mythological aspect and psychological credibility, but that would require giving away spoilers, so I won’t:)
The movie was relatively fast paced, I did not find myself wondering off at any point.
The movie might not be memorable enough, I don’t see it becoming a cult classic, but it was solidly decent and I would recommend as an opening act for greater movies, like Death Note, or better yet, the super awesome Insidious!
Does Wal Mart turn you into a politically incorrect individual in 1 second flat? If so I can relate. So I go to Wal to return a bra that fit at first then my shit was popping out all day. The golden ticket to an easy return is the receipt, right? That is the way, right? That's what all the cusatomer service Wal Mart gods always say. But like everything fucking else we're fed, that shit is a lie. So I stand in line for 5 minutes and when it's my turn I proudly walk up and present my receipt. Customer service bitch asks if I have the tags. I say um no. I thought it fit and I'm not going around all day with a bra poking me with tags for no logical reason what so ever. I mean if Sit fit why would I leave the tags on? I take them off and throw that shit away, right? So then I'm stuck explaining that my shit popped out all day. LOL. She was probably jealous that her tits were nasty, old and saggy so she goes "Well I need you to go bring me one exactly like this from our bras because I need the tag." The cusatomer service gods of Wal Mart talk a lot about having the reciept when returning a product but never before have I heard mention of a fucking tag so someone needs to fix that shit. I really want to say "Well bitch if you want it why don't you fucking go get it. I mean..." But not wanting to get thrown out of the store cause I still got shit to buy, I go and spend 5 minutes looking for another shitty bra to match the shitty bra I am returning. Bring it back and do I get to go to the front of the long ass line simply because I already stood there for 5 fucking minutes earlier? Hell no. Unfair that is, people. I mean if you carry your bag around that you want to return, and go ahead and just get another bra before you take your ass to customer service cause you know what bullshit they'll pull you'll get in trouble for taking the shit around the store. I was told ages back to take that shit right up to customer service when you come in so they don't think you stealin' shit. WOW. So the moral of the story is dumb bitches get hired at Wal Mart, and it's a fuck either way for you. What I took away from the experience was...to buy my Bras at Ross + keep tags ffor a minute until you're sure you're keeping shit. Like wear it all day then toss the tag. Here's to hoping this was helpful or at least amusing. IF so stick around + tell us if you had anything happen at Wal Mart worth bitching about.
If you wondered like us, how they swore in Victorian times, this brief article describes the common swear words used.