Rusty pushed past the last branch and stood in my personal space. His heavy breath masked the tranquillity, and it slightly annoyed me. This was the first time he’d come to my secret place, and I couldn’t help but worry he might spoil its magic.

“Oh man, thanks again for the invite,” Rusty said.

“That’s okay, but that’s the third time you’ve said that. Can’t you just enjoy the quiet?”

“But I love caving. I haven’t done it in ages, man. It’s been ages since I’ve actually been out anywhere.”

“You’ve never gone caving, Rusty. You’re not even appropriately dressed.”

“Why, what’s wrong with my drip?” he said, gesturing at his outfit.

“Drip? Rusty, you’re wearing five hundred dollar designer sneakers and a Hawaiian shirt.”

“What are you talking about, man? I look dope.”

The complexities of life never stop and I think they call it adulting.

This is my part of my list - a blog for a movie review and a university assignment, a full read-through of a novel, an email I owe an artist for our book cover, a trilogy that refuses to start at the beginning, a small person learning what feelings are, and a day job. This post is me walking the length of that list, mostly so I can see it all in one place

Some films misread the assignment. Some ignore it entirely. Wing Commander had the assignment written on the box — beloved franchise, built-in audience, a universe already mapped across a decade of games and books — and it still turned in someone else's homework.

The result is a film that has humanity on the brink, a war-winning MacGuffin in enemy hands, a half-breed outsider nobody trusts, and a ticking clock counting down to Earth's destruction. It sounds like everything you'd want.

It plays like someone describing a great film rather than making one.