#i just remembered I was watching The Empress last night which is in German

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um is Gretchen a diminutive form of Margaret???

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Alain Delon's farewell letter to Romy Schneider

Farewell My Puppelé  

“I watch you sleep. I’m with you, by your bedside. You’re wearing a long black tunic and red embroidery on the bodice. These are flowers, I think, but I do not look at them. I will say goodbye, the longest farewell, my Puppelé. That’s how I called you. It meant “little doll” in German. I do not watch the flowers, but your face and I think you’re beautiful, and never, perhaps you have been so beautiful. I also think this is the first time in my life – and yours – I see you calm and soothed. You’re so quiet, you are so fine , how beautiful you are. Looks like a hand, gently wiped your face all the tensions, all anxieties of misfortune. 

I watch you sleep. They tell me that you’re dead. I think of you, of me, of us. What am I guilty of? We ask ourselves this question before a being that is loved and still love that one. This feeling fills you, and then flows back and then we say that one is not guilty, no, but responsible … I am. Because of me, what is your heart in Paris the other night, stopped beating. Because of me because it was there twenty-five years and I had been chosen to be your partner in “Christine”. You came to Vienna and I waited, in Paris, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms I did not know how to hold. But the film’s producers told me: “When it come down from the bridge, you will advance to her and offer these flowers.” I waited with my flowers, like a fool, mixed with a horde of photographers. You’re down. I stepped forward. You said to your mother, “Who is this boy?”. She answered you: “It must be Alain Delon, your partner … “. And then nothing, no thunderbolt, no. And then I went to Vienna where we were shooting the film. And then I fell madly in love with you. And you fell in love with me. Often, we asked ourselves one to another issue of love, “Who fell in love the first, you or me?”. We counted ‘One, two, three! “And we answered:” Neither you nor I! Together “. My God, we were young, and as we were happy. At the end of the film, I said, “Come live with me in France” and already you told me: “I want to live near you, in France.” Do you remember when? Your family, your parents, furious. And throughout Austria, Germany, who all treated me … usurper, the kidnapper, who accused me of removing the “Empress”! Me, a French, who did not speak a word of German. And you, Puppelé, who did not speak a word of French. 

We loved without words, in the beginning. We looked and we had some laughs. Puppelé … And I was “Grandpa”. After a few months, I did not speak German yet but you spoke French so well and we played at the theater in France. Visconti was the staging. He told us that we resembled and we had, between the eyebrows, the same V that wrinkled, anger, fear of life and anxiety. He called it the “V of Rembrandt” because, he said, that this painter had “V” on his self portraits. I watch you sleep. “The V of Rembrandt” is deleted … You have no fear. You are no longer frightened. You’re more alert. You are no longer hunted. The hunt is over and you rest. 

I look at you again and again. I know you so well and so strong. I know who you are and why you died. Your character, as they say. I reply, ‘other’, the character of Romy was her character. That’s it. Leave me alone. You were violent because you were right. A child who soon became a star, too soon. So, on one side, whims, tantrums and moods of a child, always justified, of course, but with unpredictable reactions, on the other hand, the professional authority. Yes, but there are children who do not really know how it plays with. With that. And why. In this contradiction, through this breach, rush anxiety and unhappiness. When one is Romy Schneider, and we have the sensitivity and temperament in flower of life, on edge, which was yours. How to explain who you were and who we are, “actors”. How to tell them to keep playing, “Interpreter” to be what we are not really crazy and we become lost. To stand, roughly, how they say it is so difficult, that there should such a strong character, such a balance … But this balance, how to find it in this world of ours, our jugglers, clowns, trapeze artists of the circus whose projectors we bask in glory? You said: “I can not do anything in life, but all the movies …”. No, the “others” can not understand that. That the more we become a great actor and it is awkward to live. Garbo, Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth … And you. And I cried, while you rest and I weep beside you, no, no, no, this business is not a terrible business woman. I know because the man I’m the one who is best known thee, who brought you the better understood. Because he is an actor, too. We were of the same race, my Puppelé, we spoke the same language. But I am a man. They can not understand us, “other”. The actors, yes. The “other” are not. It’s inexplicable. And when you’re a woman, like you, they may not realize that they can die of “it.” They say you were a myth. Of course … But yes … But the “myth”, he knows he is just that. A facade. A reflection. Appearance. he is king, prince, hero, Sissi, Mrs. Haneau, the seagull … But he goes home, the myth, at night. So it is that Romy, just a woman with a life misunderstood, poorly received, poorly written in newspapers, assailed and hunted. So he wears, the myth, in his solitude. This anxiety. And the more he understands, and he falls, to more or less repeated doses, in the beatitudes of alcohol and tranquilizers. It becomes habit, then sets, then necessity. Then it is irreplaceable and the heart, worn out, stops because he is too tired to fight. It was too battered and shaken, his heart was only that of a woman in the evening, sitting over a glass … 

They say that desperation that you caused the death of David you killed her. No, they are mistaken. Did he not kill her. There you have completed. True that you said to Lawrence, and your last wonderful companion: “I feel like I get to the end of the tunnel.” True that you wanted to live, you would have liked to live. Nevertheless true that you came out of the woods on Saturday at dawn. You were only to know when your heart is broken, that this was the true end of the tunnel. 

I write at random. Without notice. My Puppelé, if aggressive, if scratched. You never could accept and understand the game of women’s work that you had chosen public and you loved. You did not understand that you were a public figure and it was so important. You refused the game, any game that exposes profession. You felt attacked, breakthrough, broken into your privacy. You were always on your guard, like a hunted animal, “forced” as they say a deer. And you knew that fate, with one hand, t’ôtait what gave you the other. 

We lived more than five years, one near each other. You with me. Me with you. Together. Then life … Our life, which nobody’s business, has separated us. But we were called. Often. Yes, that’s exactly right: we embarked on “appeals”. Then, in 1968, it was “The Pool”. We found ourselves, to work. I went looking for you in Germany. I met David, your son. 

After our movie, you’re my sister, I am your brother. Everything is clean and clear of us. More passion. Better than that: our friendship blood, likeness and words. And then your life and your ways, unhappiness and anxiety, the anxiety … They will say, “other”, “What an actress! What actress! “. They do not know that you are the actress, cinema, because you are in your life that you and pays dearly. They do not understand the drama of your life reflect upon the screen later in your roles. They can not guess that you are “good” and “brilliant”, the movies, because you live the tragedy at hand, and you are upsetting because you light up the reflection of your personal dramas. And you do not radiated because they burn you. Oh! Puppelé this work my pain! Do I have lived with you or next to you? 

Until the death of David, yet there is “the trade” that you held your head above water. Then David left … And the business was no longer sufficient. So I was not surprised when I learned that you also worry was gone. What was I surprised? Your non-suicide. But your heart is cracked, no. I said: “That was the end of the tunnel.” 

I watch you sleep. Wolfie, your brother, and Lawrence enter the room. I speak with Wolfie. We remember this house I had in the countryside. Of Dobermans that made you so afraid. We remember again … That was twenty-five years ago, in Bavaria, in a small village. Wolfie was fourteen, my twenty-three and twenty thou. We laughed when we announced the visit of the President of Fan Club Romy Schneider in France. We have seen it happen a great girl, with glasses, shy, and named Bernadette. When we returned to Paris, we have called him. She became our secretary for six years. It is always mine, for twenty-two years now. I watch you sleep. Yesterday you were still alive. It was night. You said to Lawrence, as you return home: “Go to bed. I’ll join him earlier. I rest a bit with David, listening to music. ” You said that every night … You wanted to be alone with the memory of your dead child before bed. You sat. You took the paper and a pencil and you started to make drawings. For Sarah. You were drawing for your little girl, when your heart has hurt so much, suddenly … So beautiful. Beautiful, rich, famous, that you ought to be more? Peace, a little happiness. 

I watch you sleep. I’m alone again. I say you loved me. I loved you. I have made you a French, a French star. Of that, yes, I feel responsible. And this country that you loved, for my sake, became yours. France. So, Wolfie decided – Lawrence and told him that you wanted it – you’d stay here and that you should rest forever in the land of France. A Boissy. Where, in a few days, your son, David, will join you. In a small village where you had just received the keys of a house. There, you wanted to live near Lawrence, near Sarah, thy daughter. There, you will sleep forever. In France. Closer to home, close to me. 

I took care of you left Boissy, to relieve Laurent and your family. But I do not go to church or the cemetery. Wolfie and Laurent understand me. You, I ask you to forgive me. You know I would not be able to protect yourself from this crowd, this storm, so eager to “show” and made you so afraid, that you tremble. Forgive me. I’ll see you tomorrow, and we are alone. 

My Puppelé, I look at you again and again. I want to devour all of my eyes, and tell you again and again that you’ve never been so beautiful and calm. Rest. I’m here. I learned a little German, with you. Ich liebe dich. I love you. I love you my Puppelé. ” 

Alain Delon

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XIII. Catastrophic

December 2016

The high walls of the historic two-story castle brought Isabella joy, pain, pride, and shame. Her grandfather stood at the door with a cane in his hand and a smile on his lips. Isabella went to him giving him a kiss on each cheek and a small curtsy. When she was in public with her family she was taught at a young age, that kisses on the cheek and a small curtsy was important. Her mother and elder sister spent months trying to perfect everything.

Harry watched as Isabella and her grandfather spoke another, language –most likely French, seeing how German has a harshness to its language- and Harry was forced to be in the background. He thought about learning French or German, that way he wasn't oblivious to the conversation. Harry was also sure Isabella's family would love the fact he learned another language to communicate with them.

Isabella laughed at something her grandfather said and Harry really wished he had a translator right now like he would have one when he went to a foreign country to avoid awkwardness. Harry watched as she nodded at the former Grand Duke of Luxembourg before turning her attention to Harry.

She grabbed onto his hand bringing him closer to her and her grandfather. Harry extended his arm out to the aging former monarch. Something the former Grand Duke took to account with a nod. His grip was weak on Harry's hand and when they both pulled back Harry bowed to him. Jean smiled and nodded at him before turning around and walking into Fischbach Castle.

Isabella grabbed onto Harry's upper arm and began to walk. Harry looked at the simple decorations that covered the castle walls. This was more a home than a castle in Harry's mind. Fischbach Castle was different from Kensington Palace, or even Buckingham. Though, he didn't think there were many places that could compare to those two palaces in the world.

Harry and Isabella were lead into a drawing room where another man held the former monarch into a chair. Jean nodded at his granddaughter, allowing her to sit down and Harry to join her. Despite being a people person, Harry was nervous. Jean, was Isabella's grandfather, and he made Harry more nervous than because of the language barrier. Isabella placed her hand on Harry's thigh and started to speak French to her grandfather. Whatever she had said made Jean nod at her and Isabella smile.

"Belle has told me that your grandmother is the Queen of England. I have met her on multiple occasions over the years and she is a great woman I must say," smiled Jean. His English wasn't bad, but Jean did have a thick mixed accent.

"Thank you. I'm sure she would appreciate your kind words," replied Harry.

"I told my grandfather you were in the Royal Army. He was also in the British Army and went to Sandhurst before fighting during the second world war," explained Isabella as Harry placed his hand over hers.

For the next two hours, Harry and Jean talked about Sandhurst, and Harry found out the Luxembourg Grand Ducal Family had a tradition of all sons going there before joining their home countries army. Some of the Liechtenstein princes even picked up this tradition as well because of Isabella’s aunt Margaretha of Luxembourg who married a Prince of Liechtenstein. When he and Isabella had children he had no doubt they will continue Jean’s tradition and in a way, Harry could start that same tradition with his own sons.

Harry then mentioned the Invictus Games and his work with veterans since joining the Royal Army. Jean had a great admiration for Harry's work and Harry even invited Jean to the next Invictus Games in Toronto if he could make it. Harry then started asking about World War Two and Jean explained the German occupation of Luxembourg.  

Isabella heard the stories growing up, from family and in school. Harry knew some stuff about WW2, mostly about the British Royal Family's experience, but he never knew about Luxembourg during the war. Jean told Harry the story about fleeing the night before the Germans invaded Luxembourg escaping to France. The Luxembourg Grand Ducal Family were then exiled to Portugal, United Kingdom, and finally the United States after that. Jean volunteered for the Irish Guards while in the United Kingdom during exile.  

Then Jean and Harry shared personal stories of their experiences at the Royal Military Academy at Sandhurst. The two men had much more in common than first realized. Both held the rank of Lieutenant before being promoted to Captain. Jean then told Harry the story of landing in Normandy and fighting in the Battle for Caen, which was fought to liberate Brussels during their German occupation. Then Harry remembered that Isabella's grandmother was a Princess of Belgium before her marriage. When Harry brought her up, Jean smiled at the thought of his wife and then said that she and the King of the Belgians were under house arrest by the Germans during the war.

Harry remembered the stories about Belgium during the Second World War and his father once mentioned that King Leopold III of Belgium was a hated man for surrendering Belgium to the Nazis, and though lives were lost, much more were saved.

Jean then explained that he fought for the liberation of Luxembourg just a couple of months later. After the war, for almost 20 years, Jean served as Colonel of the Regiment of the Irish Guards, often riding in uniform behind Queen Elizabeth II during the Sovereign's Birthday Parade. That's when Harry began to remember faint memories of the former Grand Duke and his grandparents.

Isabella barely said a word as Harry and her grandfather created a bonding moment. All Isabella could do was smile at Harry as he spoke so passionately about his work with veterans then look so intense as he heard her grandfather's stories of World War Two. Not once did her hand leave Harry's thigh and she did notice whenever he talked about veterans he jaw would clench, he would bite his lip once or twice, and gripped her hand just a little tighter. When Harry heard the stories of World War Two from Jean, Harry's hand would leave hers, and find its way to her knees and squeeze occasionally.  

She had no objection to the touching, not only because she liked it, but because it showed her grandfather that they were a unit. In a way, Harry did depend on Isabella when in the presence of her family. If they were going to make this arrangement work, they needed to rely on each other. Harry began to trust Isabella more after not only seeing a glimpse of her life, but also the moments they spent alone in her apartment talking. It had been about 8 months of getting to know each other and Harry didn't have a complaint in his body... maybe a complaint about all the plane trips.

"Grandpapa, I'm afraid Harry and I need to get ready for tonight. As you do," insisted Isabella as she began to get up from the chair and Harry's touch.

Jean nodded at his granddaughter and spoke French before leaving the room. Isabella and Harry were left alone and she couldn't help but hug Harry. She had been so proud of him and her grandfather had told her that he really liked Harry.

"I am so proud of you," smiled Isabella as she pulled away from him, "I didn't think you and my grandfather would get along so quickly. He really likes you, Harry."

"He's a fascinating man. All those stories... they were captivating. I can't believe he even remembered fighting the second world war so vividly."

"My great-uncle Otto had amazing stories about World War Two. He publicly denounced Nazism and had a bounty on him. If caught he would be immediately sentenced to death. I had several family members actually sent to concentration camps. Uncle Otto helped over 15,000 Austrians and Austrian Jews flee when the Germans came. My great-grandmother Empress Zita did the same, and as a mother of 8 with no citizenship, she was forced into exile. My other great-grandparents, Eugene and Philippine, hid Jewish children in their castle of Belœil during the Nazi occupation of Belgium. Despite being shameful of my family, and I am also quite proud of them," stated Isabella.

Harry then thought about the Halloween costume party when he was a teenager and made the mistake of wearing Nazi armband. He was shameful after it had happened, but when the pictures were leaked it became more hate than shame. Then Harry wondered if Isabella knew of those photos.  

"I would have loved to hear those stories, had I known you earlier. Now that I think about it I really should read up on your family. Your great-grandparents seemed to have been amazing people," decided Harry.

"Of course. One pair was an Emperor and Empress, but he died young and my great-grandmother spent almost 70 years in widowhood and exile. Another were humanitarians and my great-grandmother Philippine entered a 30-yearlong widowhood as well. The third, my great-grandmother Charlotte was a monarch in her own right, but in her later life spent 15 years without her husband by her side. Then the last, and most tragic of all. My great-grandmother Astrid was in an accident and my great-grandfather was found clutching her dead body in his arms as he screamed her name. There is only one word to describe my family and it's catastrophic," spoke Isabella.

Harry could find no words of comfort for Isabella instead he reached his hand out to her and waited until her hand molded into his, "Come on. We do need to get ready."

Isabella and Harry walked up to their rooms hand in hand and Harry saw the stares of some of the housekeepers and other people who worked in the castle. Harry leaned to whisper in Isabella's ear, "Why are they staring?"

"Maybe they know who you are?" Asked Isabella in an attempt to reply but Harry could hear her being sarcastic with him.

"Doubt I would be so popular in Luxembourg," replied Harry.

"I think you're popular everywhere. You are Prince Harry after all," teased Isabella.

"Is that my compliment for the day? I do prefer those little nicknames you have for me," smiled Harry.

"You'll have to earn those nicknames tonight," proclaimed Isabella as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Some 20 minutes later Isabella came out with a black dress and her hair in a fancy up-do. She paid no attention to Harry as she clasped her necklace around her neck and looked in the mirror, "Are you ready?"

"I just need to put on shoes," replied Harry.

"Hurry up. My grandfather will be waiting downstairs and I really don't want to keep in waiting," said Isabella as she began to walk to the door.

"How long were they married?" Asked Harry.

"A little over 50 years."

"Think we can last that long?"

Isabella gave him a small smile and nod, "We take everything day by day."

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Game of Thrones: House of the Dragon is a Familiar Choice

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Game of Thrones prequel House of the Dragon focuses on the "Dance of Dragons" civil war between Targaryens. We consider why HBO picked it.

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As you’ve likely heard by now, Jane Goldman’s Game of Thrones prequel, tentatively titled “The Long Night,” is dead, and Ryan Condal’s Game of Thrones prequel, House of the Dragon, is going straight to series. Long live the Game of Thrones prequel. This news was met with much fanfare by WarnerMedia, who made it the crown jewel of its HBO Max presentation. The series, which is getting a full 10-episode order out of the gate, will pull liberally from George R.R. Martin’s Fire & Blood and dive deep into the history of House Targaryen.

These tidings have traveled across the internet faster than news of Jon Snow’s true parentage. And yet, what it means is only beginning to be grasped, as is perhaps why HBO elected this to be its first Game of Thrones spinoff to see airwaves and streaming after putting at least six pilot pitches into development. What news has thus far been unspooled about House of the Dragon suggests it will be based on the origins of House Targaryen, as well as the beginning of its decline, as chronicled in Fire & Blood. But here’s the rub: Fire & Blood is not really a narrative, or at least it’s not a singular one like the five published books in the “A Song of Ice and Fire” series.

Published in 2018, Fire & Blood is actually a history compendium of the beginning of Targaryen rule in Westeros. Acting like a historical text of half the known history of the Targaryens—as it ends roughly 150 years before the events of Game of Thrones—Fire & Blood chronicles several generations of Targaryen monarchy, beginning with Aegon the Conqueror’s conquest of what became the Seven Kingdoms and ending in the aftermath of “The Dance of Dragons” civil war a hundred years later.

While the series will be pulling from the whole book, it is apparently the Dance of Dragons that House of the Dragon will specifically mine for characters and storylines. This is a wise choice, as adapting Fire & Blood straight would mean each season might focus on a different generation or era. Also building to the Targaryen civil war, and then reveling in the carnage for subsequent seasons, returns to what global audiences generally agreed on was their favorite aspects of Game of Thrones: political intrigue, massive battles, and dragons.

Historically remembered as the “Dance of Dragons,” that Targaryen civil war lasted three years and pitted Aegon II against his half-sister Rhaenyra for the Iron Throne after the death of their father, Viserys I. Rhaenyra was the lone child of Viserys to survive to adulthood after his first marriage, and she was named his successor. But upon becoming a widower, Viserys remarried and had several more children, including a son named Aegon. Sure enough, lords plotted against Rhaenyra after Viserys’ death, as did Aegon’s own family which sought to put him on the throne.

This led to dueling coronations and a civil war that bears much similarity to an English civil war known as “the Anarchy.” That spanned more than a decade in the 12th century after King Henry I, the son of William the Conqueror, died without a living son. He named his daughter Mathilda heir, yet his nephew Stephan claimed the throne with the support of many lords, eventually leading to Mathilda—who by this time was a married empress in the Germanic lands—to invade England and attempt to claim the throne for herself and her son. The resulting anarchy is the alleged reason Henry VIII worried centuries later about not having a male heir, though a perfectly healthy daughter, and broke with the Catholic Church to secure his first divorce.

It is certainly a setup rich with dramatic palace intrigue and filled with a variety of characters who died by murder, execution, and on the battlefield. It also may look a lot like the “War of the Five Kings” that formed the backbone of the first four seasons of Game of Thrones, which in hindsight appear the strongest in the series’ whole run. And its familiarity may be the point.

read more: Game of Thrones - Queen in the North Has Historic Roots

When Jane Goldman’s The Long Night was announced, it promised a major departure from what we understand Westeros to be. Set in the expansive era known as the “Age of Heroes,” there was massive wiggle room for Goldman to go her own way, given our knowledge of those distant times are intentionally vague and likely embellished by folklore in Martin’s universe. It was a time when Children of the Forest still walked in evergreen land with earthly feet, and when the Starks had yet to legitimize their claim over the whole North by building the mysterious Wall that kept White Walkers out. Westeros wasn’t seven kingdoms but hundreds; the Lannisters and Tyrells were but paupers in kingdoms ruled by the Gardeners and Casterlys; if the Targaryens did exist, they were but one family of many great houses and dragon riders in Old Valyria, an ancient Roman-like city far advanced beyond Westeros; and the series promised to explore Sothoryos, the mysterious African-like continent in Martin’s world that is said to have creatures we’d consider dinosaurs roaming plains.

In short, it would’ve been a very different show from Game of Thrones and explored corners of Martin’s universe that even he has barely mapped out. It was the chance to do something extreme with the material. Now we can only speculate as to why that pilot died and House of the Dragon went straight to series, and there were apparently rumors of a troubled production on The Long Night pilot, however you cannot help but wonder if it offered such a drastic departure from what we know that HBO decided to opt for something closer to home.

When House of the Dragon was first reported on last September, it was suggested it would be focused on a period 300 years ago, which would’ve been specifically the Targaryen conquest of Westeros. It is apt to avoid that direction considering there is little dramatic tension in an army with dragons smiting one legion of foes after another. Also if audiences were turned off by the Game of Thrones ending that saw series icon Daenerys raze King’s Landing, how would they feel about a series revolving around such Targaryen slaughter?

Instead HBO wisely opted for a period of civil unrest where both armies have dragons. They also are leaning into Daenerys Targaryen’s aforementioned iconography. Achieving an almost impossible thing in the age of Peak TV and streaming, Game of Thrones captured the imagination of the world with its grand cinematic visions of medieval warfare, and with the moral ambiguity of real historic-like figures vying for power by any means necessary. But to many viewers, it is probably fair to say that the mental image Game of Thrones leaves behind is that of Emilia Clarke’s Daenerys Targaryen sitting proud on the back of a dragon, delivering Valyrian gibberish to enraptured armies with sun or snow drifting through her platinum hair. It was, in fact, the inversion of this image where the speeches became fascist, and the carnage her dragons unleashed was no longer fun, that infuriated many about the final two episodes of Game of Thrones.

HBO has now opted to have an entire series dominated by not one fair-haired Targaryen warrior, but nearly a half dozen of them. There will be dragons, burning armies, and we haven’t even gotten to the incest! If you thought Jon and Dany was creepy, watch out for Targaryens in their prime…

Yet, without seeing either series, it feels a bit like a missed opportunity to really explore new corners of Martin’s vast world. His vision extends beyond the civil wars of Westeros and includes cities of shadow with Lovecraftian deities and whole continents yet unexplored. Even among the Westerosi civil wars, the Blackfyre rebellions of about 90 years after House of the Dragon’s setting had a unique quality. Closer to Martin making a high-fantasy, medieval riff on the attitudes and tensions erupting during the American Civil War, the war between the “red” and “black” dragons, and the Lost Cause legacy they left behind, is quite different from the wars we saw on Game of Thrones. However, those rebellions were missing dragons…

House of the Dragon has every opportunity to be amazing, and as a fan of this world and Game of Thrones—yes, even after the last season—I am certainly rooting for it to be just that. But in the age of intellectual property convergence, it is fair to hope that this isn’t a dance we’ve done before. 

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David Crow is the Film Section Editor at Den of Geek. He’s also a member of the Online Film Critics Society. Read more of his work here. You can follow him on Twitter @DCrowsNest.

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