Griffintown

Troubled times chaotically emerge across a once united and prosperous continent, the deranged whims of an unhinged jackass breaking down decades worth of trust.

New scenarios effectively matriculate within the given framework with contagious hope, as people more familiar with continental commerce focus their insights on local trends.

At times feeling somewhat uncertain as the opaque puzzle shifts and sideswipes, the compelling example of a nation within a nation spiritually instructs the neophyte tenure. 

Even though Québec was once left behind by a dismissive and proud monopolizing English Canada, it still agrees to offer advice on how to build thriving local economies. 

Having resisted the colonialist onslaught of American media throughout the North, it boldly supplies creative exemplars of unique crafts and books and films. 

The delegates from Ontario saliently marvel in disbelief, at how a culture so close to the United States has intricately defined itself organically. 

An observer keenly notes the following theory that he holds dear, that artisans creating novelties in Québec are more concerned with sharing high-quality goods.

The esteemed sublimity culturally attached to exquisite crafts sold at affordable prices, startles and shocks the Anglo delegation with its general focus on expensive kitsch. 

Markets that have nothing to do with sports or wildlife begin to materialize throughout the country, as respectable and affordable innovations are given the green light by local banks. 

Québec's collective focus definitively refined through English Canada's dismissals, is fluently adapted by that very same network as it experiences the same thing at the hands of the Americans. 

Speeches are made across the nation warmly thanking Québec for its help, and sadly apologizing for the heinous way it was scurrilously treated by advocates of imperialism. 

And as time slowly passes, a miracle takes place, as things become so much much less tacky, and so unlike what's found in the States. 

And the focus isn't to spend as little as possible to make enormous profits. 

But to simply make quality goods. 

That people like.

And sell them reasonably. 

Aquaman

Unbeknownst to surface dwellers who recklessly pollute its august fathoms, deep within the ocean reside 7 ancient civilizations.

Swathed in utmost secrecy, they flourish in blissful dissimulation.

Yet one king (Patrick Wilson as King Orm) has grown weary of land lubbing largesse, and madly seeks to start a war with the peoples above.

He requires the loyalty of 3 free realms to bellicosely embark, however, realms which have little interest in non-aquatic regal affairs.

But not all of his subjects believe his plan is conceptually sound, two of them hoping to challenge his legitimacy within reasonable lawful bounds (Amber Heard as Princess Mera and Willem Dafoe as Vulko), for a brother has he who was raised on land yet still commands creatures of the deep, and even though Aquaman (Jason Momoa) has never embraced his submerged heritage, they feel that he may, if he learns of its dire ambitions.

And that only he can thwart them.

His lighthouse keeping father (Temuera Morrison as Tom Curry) still awaits the return of his beloved Queen Atlanna (Nicole Kidman), each and every evening, and has since the day she was taken from him, and forced to marry against her will.

Aquaman can't remember her.

Although he's heard of her brilliant legend.

But his customs are not those of the aristocracy, in fact Aquaman playfully intertwines old and new world pretensions as it supernaturally decodes the throne.

With wild self-sacrificing purpose.

The seven realms could have each represented different philosophies more astutely had their lore been given more detailed narrativizations.

But Aquaman resists the urge to become overly complicated like Dune, even if it's still quite complex, its protagonist like a Paul Atreides who was raised amongst the Fremen, his charming rough adventurous spirit boldly holding the film together.

You don't have to suspend your disbelief to love Aquaman, you simply have to imagine you've never believed in anything before.

And let yourself be immersed in a chaotic world overflowing with innocence and curiosity.

The underwater worlds are incredible and it was soothing to imagine myself within them.

Swimming away.

Aspects of Aquaman may be so improbable that a degree of cynicism may surface.

But it's also saturated with ingenuous goodwill, reluctance and cheek diversifying its depths, uncertain outcomes delineating its contrariety, with objectives as lofty as they are foretold.

A choral cascade.

A mirthful maelstrom.