Light Effects in some 3D movies can not be matched and only ruined in 2D transition.
I say this cause there has been two movies I can name off the top of my head that was amazing to watch in 3D cause of the details in light effects that did not transfer over when it was made 2D.
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter: The vampire eyes would shine like those of a cat or other predator at night. Once it came to 2D you can no longer even see such a thing happen with their eyes.
Another, i couldn’t help but love the dust in one of the scenes as Abe and Mary talked. It was 3D and beautiful oddly. As if small flakes falling.
Iron Man 3: The eyes and glowing skeletons in that were amazing, but dulled when it came to watching it in 2D. No longer like watching an amazing blazing fire, but now a dull light.
A runner up, Nightmare Before Christmas: The scene Oogie Boogies Song was so amazing to see in 3D for me. Black light with beautiful colors. It wasn’t filmed in 3D, but it was fairly well done when transferred over.
Okay so Abraham Lincoln is my absolute favorite President to study, and he’s also one of the most misunderstood Presidents when it comes to common knowledge.
See, about half of the people I talk to want to give Lincoln credit for freeing the slaves, and that’s not entirely accurate, since the abolition movement was centuries-old, and, like most of the good things Lincoln did for black people, he wouldn’t have been able to do them if Frederick Douglass hadn’t told him how.
The other half of people talk about Lincoln like he didn’t give a shit about the institution of slavery, but that he used abolition as a means to defeat the Confederacy and bring them back into the Union. This is also not true. Lincoln was a staunch, lifelong abolitionist who abhorred slavery and fought through his political campaign to limit its spread and, if possible, to put an end to it. He generally tried to distance himself from the label of “abolitionist,” because that would be like a political candidate today identifying as a socialist in terms of voter reaction, but he openly believed slavery to be an evil institution which would need to be dismantled.
The truth lies somewhere in between the two things. Lincoln knew slavery was wrong, and he did not see any moral gray area there, but he also initially did not see the war between the states as a war over the issue of slavery, and entertained the notion that the issue of abolition could be resolved diplomatically after reunification.
However, following a series of tips from his close friend and advisor Frederick Douglass, as well as some harsh, but clever and fair, criticisms by Harriet Tubman, Lincoln would realize that he needed to grow a backbone on the slavery issue and actually do something about it.
As a result, he delivered the Emancipation Proclamation, which, contrary to popular belief, did not actually free any slaves.
What the Emancipation Proclamation did do was deliver what was essentially an executive order that would grant freedom to all slaves in rebel states. Of course, the rebel states were not currently under Lincoln’s authority (hence “rebel”), meaning they would not be enforcing this proclamation, but it was essentially a message to the southern states.
Lincoln had previously said that victory would be when the south came back under the Union flag, regardless of what happened with slavery. With the Emancipation Proclamation, Lincoln was changing the conditions for victory: a victory could only be achieved if the southern states repatriated to the Union, and now the only way they could repatriate was if they agreed to grant freedom to their slaves.
Of course, when the Union eventually did achieve victory, this would be one of the conditions of the Confederate surrender: the traitor states could only be re-admitted to the Union if they ratified the constitution amendment abolishing slavery. To credit Lincoln entirely with the abolition of slavery would do a disservice to all the people who struggled for it for centuries, but it would also be wrong to take Lincoln out of the equation entirely.
He had a part in abolition, but if you can imagine abolition as a gun, then people had been assembling it, calibrating the sights, and loading it for centuries, and only handed it to Lincoln because he was the first person who had the power to pull the trigger and was willing to do so.
The abolitionist movement freed the slaves. That movement was full of people like Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman, people who were enslaved or had escaped slavery, and Lincoln’s role in the end of slavery was doing what these people told him to do, and lending his power as President to their cause.
Now, to come back to the images above. In the top image, you see Stephen Douglas (not to be confused with Frederick Douglass), who was a political rival of Mr. Lincoln. Their seven three-hour debates on the topic of slavery were so captivating that they earned Lincoln the presidential nomination for the 1860 election.
The bottom image shows a young Abraham Lincoln, saying what was more or less his core argument in all seven debates. While Douglas argued for “popular sovereignty” that would allow states to decide on their own whether or not they wanted slavery, Lincoln would argue in reply that slavery was an abhorrent evil that divided our nation, and that it didn’t matter what the states wanted in terms of slavery, since “popular sovereignty” that allowed some to decide on other’s behalf whether they would be held in bondage was not true popular sovereignty, and that the states should not even have the option of voting to uphold such an inherently evil institution.
The images are taken from Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. As a historian who’s studied Lincoln for business and pleasure, I can say that, with the exception of the vampires, it is actually a rather historically accurate film in terms of Lincoln’s character.
I never really thought Dominic Cooper was attractive before. He was always one of those actor’s who occasionally caught my attention, but who, more often than not, reminded me a bit too much of someone who’d be targeted by teenaged girls (he just had that sort of “appeal” in my mind) and it turned me off.
But then THIS happened:
and I was like “HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE’S FUCKING GORGEOUS”
And now I scroll tumblr looking for his face. Welcome to my wall, Dominic Cooper. Henry Sturges has saved you grace.
In the nineteen twenties, when smoking wasn’t so much a past time as a fashion statement, Henry took to cigarettes. Abraham personally hadn’t seen the point, as the medicinal purpose of the things wouldn’t affect them in the slightest, and he had never been one to follow the latest fashion, (Only dressing himself to the time because Henry simply adored dressing him,) but the first time he saw Henry leaning on that black grand piano in the drawing room, silhouetted against the light of the window and cutting a fine figure in his suit, he had to revise that decision.
Henry hadn’t noticed him, but Abraham could see the cigarette grasped lightly between his thumb and forefinger, for a perilous moment threatening to drop ash over his charcoal pinstriped waistcoat, before the thin stick was raised, ash tapped into a glass ashtray, and the dark-haired man took a long pull from it.
Abraham wasn’t sure whether it was the elegant gesture of Henry’s fingers, or the slight purse of his lips as he inhaled, (An expression he hadn’t seen outside of their metaphorical bedroom,) but the sight of the elder man caused a wash of heat in the pit of his belly.
“Abraham,” Henry greeted, turning his head to glance over at the taller vampire, taking in his appearance, light flush dusting the bridge of his nose, his fingers curled in against his palms. Abraham simply blushed a little darker at having been caught, even now still caught off-guard sometimes by how attractive he found his friend and lover.
“Henry,” Crossing the threshold, Abraham hesitated in the centre of the room, “They’re saying those things kill, you know.” The sound of Henry’s laughter warmed him through even now.
“Hardly a problem for us, don’t you think?” The elder vampire smiled, teeth showing with his mirth, his free hand extended for Abraham to take hold of. He accepted the offer, allowing Henry to pull him closer, despite the smell of smoke. “Try it,” Henry suggested, his hand cool in Abraham’s, “You might enjoy it.”
“I doubt it,” The ex-president simply shrugged, looking dubiously at the cigarette, almost burnt out. Henry, noticing this, stubbed out the remains in the ashtray, and drew another from the box, holding it out to Abraham. When Abraham shook his head, Henry dropped his hand and placed the cigarette between his own lips, reaching into his pocket for a lighter.
Abraham watched the little flame dance, oddly enthralled with the way the end of the cigarette glowed cherry red as Henry inhaled, exhaling smoke that coiled around them like a serpent. “I know something you probably will enjoy,” The shorter man teased, moving to turn them both, pressing Abraham to seat himself on the window-ledge, whence he insinuated himself between Abraham’s knees.
Taking a long drag of the cigarette, Abraham noticed that Henry didn’t immediately exhale the smoke as he had before, instead holding it whilst he curled his fingers into Abraham’s shirt, pulling his lover down closer. It was then that he kissed him, with the taller man yielding easily to the kiss, only to taste the smoke in Henry’s mouth as he allowed it to pass over Abraham’s tongue, a curiously erotic sensation. The flavour was strange, oddly reminiscent of the woodsmoke from the fires they lit in the colder months, not at all unappealing. The warmth of it rendered Henry’s mouth soft and temperate, as though he’d just fed, with the man curling the fingers of his free hand into Abraham’s hair.
Breaking finally, despite their lack of a need for air, Abraham exhaled the last remnants of smoke that hadn’t escaped between them and licked his lips, reddened already. Henry looked wry, deeply satisfied, and he stretched, puffing at the cigarette in quiet confidence.
“What do you think?” He asked, smirking. The sight of him, so self-assured, had Abraham lit with desire.
“I think,” Abraham tested, leaning forwards to taste Henry’s lips once more, “That I would a wider range of tests to draw an accurate conclusion.”