It’s taken me over two decades, but I finally see this for the trash it is. Don’t mistake me, I still love it. The art is so primitively palpable, a testosterone-fueled fever dream. I’m not sure if I qualify as a defender or apologist; I acquiesce to the abundance of flaws, but nostalgia and upbringing have forged this into my veins. I can’t refute the shared ecstasy of Nekron ejactulatingly conquering the world with glacial assault. I realize and admit it: if you make a movie with an ice wizard who dies at the hand of a barbarian, I am going to like it. This is synonymous with Bathory’s Blood Fire Death and I frankly don’t know what else to say about its permanence in my canon.
It’s taken me over two decades, but I finally see this for the trash it is. Don’t mistake me, I still love it. The art is so primitively palpable, a testosterone-fueled fever dream. I’m not sure if I qualify as a defender or apologist; I acquiesce to the abundance of flaws, but nostalgia and upbringing have forged this into my veins. I can’t refute the shared ecstasy of Nekron ejactulatingly conquering the world with glacial assault. I realize and admit it: if you make a movie with an ice wizard who dies at the hand of a barbarian, I am going to like it. This is synonymous with Bathory’s Blood Fire Death and I frankly don’t know what else to say about its permanence in my canon.
