My review of the film Armageddon

An icon in supposedly bad popular movies, I analyze personal significance, Christian relevance, and the war between good things and pretentious things.

I just watch the movie Armageddon a little at a time over days. Hurting a hand a little bit pushed me to finish it in one go. After all my years of Visions without watching it, it now feels like a 4chan shitpost, and Harry Stamper’s crew like 4chan shitposters. It makes me secure in seeing that my mother would have approved of me becoming a 4chan guy before she lost it. It was one of her favorite movies. When it came to invading my personal dimension while he was pillaging my artistic Revolution to produce his riches, Andrew Hussie truly left no stone unturned.

Armageddon was one of the most popular movies ever. After it was established as such there was a long campaign to try to get people to stop liking it. Quite evocative of some other things from the 90s. A notable aspect was scientists dedicating themselves to refuting the science of the movie, as if there was no other movie or TV show or book, Etc with unrealistic science. I also remember people aggressively arguing online the movie was bad. I note that this involves my belief that I changed timelines around the time I discuss, from a less sinful world to a more sinful world, so perhaps some things I could remember have no physical trace. Perhaps in this world it was a less massive phenomenon too.

For me it is difficult to handle watching the whole movie. Every note is beautiful and serves a completely coherent whole. Many movies and other works wish they had as much internal sense and sense as an artwork. Tens of thousands of movies wish they had a scene as good as "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing” playing during one scene, and countless artworks wish they were as beautiful as the song playing in the end credits. Once after the old days and after my visions began the ending was playing on TV, and I turned away as it was hard to handle the dad's sacrifice.

Reasons for so many people having an issue with the movie are obvious. It starts off with problematic content. It has religious themes and a religious story. It depicts low-status miscreants, crude jokesters, mama's boys and such upsetting the high-status world and saving the day, in a clear instance of the last being first. And yet the issues go deeper. After all this is a movie that foretells 9/11 and yet nothing was made of it. In order to reach the asteroid the astronaut crew must go 9.5 for 11 minutes in their slingshot maneuver. The five also has significance as a symbol of the 5th Dimension. Quite possibly they have to go beyond the bounds of the science that was so trumpeted against it to successfully land on and destroy the asteroid. Certainly in my opinion, in comparison to such Notions of space flight oh, they can shove their realistic science up their asses.

The asteroid is also clearly meant to be very scary. A vicious object with an imposing appearance. This is no mere rock in space as the scientists of realism believe there is. When the NASA space shuttle program was shut down I went online and made fun of people for caring so much about traveling to giant rocks floating in space. Presumably retaliation towards the realistic scientists and their haughty response to Armageddon and such resonant Scifi. One of the things the film was criticized for being unrealistic was the space station blowing up spectacularly. Well excuse the public for wanting badass spacecraft and space installations to believe in. Spaceships with all the consistency of a paper umbrella and space stations that won't explode but can be destroyed to confetti by 1 alien with a gun are not particularly inspiring, although at least Interstellar looked cool too. Here's something else crazy, the film also says there is an unknown metal in the asteroid beyond the omniscience of a scientific regime that is now dead in favor of things like gender ideology and making fun of people for really believing it when science said the dinosaurs were cool for real.

I myself was inspired by the picture Armageddon painted of science. I have invented something called the epistemological slingshot. So named after the space shuttles going around the moon in the movie. The way this technique works is by spreading knowledge in the world such that a sudden shift takes place and it moves to a different place in the Multiverse. Of course my very substack serves the purpose of eventually accomplishing this by spreading information. I believe in so doing I can raise this world back to the original level of my original timeline, thereby returning to the world I once knew once and for all. I think it's an open question of whether this is the original timeline corrupted by certain significant sinners or I switched to a different one which will move to the level of the original timeline. When this sudden shift occurs, people who are too sinful for the new level will either die or lose their minds. That's fine

Such science explores The 5th Dimension. Apparently that's too much for the scientists who hated Armageddon. They would rather shoot downwards at the public to lower their expectations and give up on their dreams rather than aim higher to achieve things they could not previously imagine.

Although the sudden shift has not occurred, I believe I have already created great effects destructive to sinners and improving of the world. Such as helping to take down the Disney Corporation, which will make for a full article and is an ongoing project. My initial anti Homestuck initiative also resembles the shower of meteorites at the beginning of the movie, destroying places and damaging the World Trade Center. One day the big scary Rock will come and obliterate the entirety of Homestuck, as Andrew Hussie is a fat ass lazy at his drilling job and he never even got to make his own company and form his own Crews to go into space with oh, so he just goes kablooey in his Homestuck world exploding from the asteroid ironically. His WTC will not survive.

I like to think of an alternate world where my mother could come with me on my amazing journey to explore science on the basis of Armageddon and such other unrealistic things. Clearly achieving so many amazing dreams in a single lifetime as a renaissance man produces jealousy. But I know the Renaissance Men aren't even powered up yet, and then Andrew will be forgotten in his hovel of misery that was once so rich and famous at least online. And yesterday was my mother's birthday, but sometimes things get delayed.

Pretty much the only big 90's movie he left alone was Independence Day, but jokes on him it will feature prominently in my online comic book anyway. Perhaps the world of my original timeline has some asshole like him who threw a middle finger at that movie.

While I was enduring the Homestuck years, I liked to watch the video of the Aerosmith song. Beautiful things will endure past all attempts to parody them or diminish them.

It is one of the rare movies or other media which acknowledges that the destruction of the world has an inherent religious significance. Secularists invoke the danger of being hit by asteroids just to take a pot shot and say “ you aren't caring about the real problems!” but of course they would not want to attend the project of what a near annihilation would say about the arc of the meaning of the world. To look at why things happen is to look into an invisible blinding white light for them.

Now that the days of commonly seeing great sacrifices in the media are over, they stand out more and growing in faith causes them to stand out more as well. In that space selfishness can no longer be heard. In that space its terror is revealed. Every moment leads up to something undescribable, and to not build yourself up and drill deep down is to be forgotten.

The president's speech is very presidential. Meatheads and bean counters are exposed for their ultimate uselessness. Real character is proven, and real heroism lives on. Human relations shine the brightest as cities are scoured and taste a sample of God's Fury. Perseverance stands through Impossible odds. Not the sort of lessons the elites like the public to hear, back before they lost sense of who they were and anything higher than the individual moment and the meaningless consternation of others.