if there is anything I hate, it's a vague sense of foreboding.
I hates it. if it was more defined, I'd be ok with it... but this 'something is going to happen' feeling (in the not good sense) is just getting to me.
yet another wonderful book of my childhood is getting fucked up as movie. wonderful. and they're probably going to make all of the books in the series.
Movie pet peeve of the day - you don't get a beowulfian death scene if you have a knife in your lung. likewise if someone has just unloaded a clip from a semi-automatic into your general chest area. nor, and this is a big one, if someone slits your goddamn throat.