…that’s amore! Oh, wait…no, actually it isn’t. Not if it hits your eyes (and the rest of you) physically.

After having ripped off all of the classic and time-honored portents of doom for this sequence, the script writer felt he should mix it up by ripping off one from the digital age.

Among which this one is already a classic in its own right, of course. But I think it deserves a shout-out, specifically because it managed to break new ground in the field of evil portents – a field over which so many writers and creators have already ploughed for several millennia. And I think it’s singularly effective in its role…an ever-present, leering, evil face on a moon coming closer and closer is far better at creating a sense of impending doom than any amount of eagles flying the wrong direction or sacrificial goats having splotches of discoloration on their livers. >_>

You can’t help feeling for the werewolves, though, or anyone else who has an obsession with the moon. Werewolves suffer from some amount of suicidal ideation at the best of times (as depicted by Lon Chaney, jr. et al.), so I’m really worried about how this sort of change is going to affect them. At best they’re all in hiding. Which would deprive the forces of evil of some strong battalions, but since they’ve got more than enough orcs…and more than half of them are metal, thanks to George Geekish, that’ll not slow the march of evil down appreciably.

More on Thurs…uh, Monday.