Close To The Hedge

I Wonder -
Can I sustain a theme by parodying classic rock album titles?  The prospect is there, and today's actually has real-life relevance.  We shall come to that later, after exploring the exciting world of LITHIUM WAFER BATTERY DESIGN!
     No, just testing.  I daresay there is a subculture out there that does, indeed, find the lithium battery exciting, the perverted weirdoes, yet since Conrad has decided it's boring, we're not going there.
     Now, about that hedge - earlier today I took Edna for a walk whilst the sun shone - and when I took this picture we were near a hedge.  Art?

     Instead we shall continue with Why You Should Love The Shark, Part 4 (I think).  
     Allow me to invert that, and ask why people fear the Great White or the Mako?  The Hammerhead I can understand, as it looks like it got imported here from Theta Reticuli IV or it leaped over the wall of the mad scientist's laboratory pool.
     Part of the reason may be that a shark transforms from a sleek underwater missile - Art?

Notably streamlined

     - which might look threatening, especially if it's heading towards you, but which can't be called 'terrifying' as such; when it comes to dinnertime, however, this perfected profile transforms into what seems to be a mobile garage door surrounded by teeth.  Art?

A mouth with a mind of it's own!

     Conrad would like to point out that likelihood of you ending up alongside a collection of chopped fish in the belly of a bull shark is quite low; an average of eight people are killed globally by sharks per year, which is likely to be a fraction of the bodycount in such fare as "Sand Sharks".  The deadliest fatal shark attack hotspot, off the coast of Western Australia, sees an average of one fatal shark attack annually.  Reality is a lot duller than films would have you believe!
     Now, let us push the motley over the side of the bridge!*

Conrad Is Curious
One of the consequences of having posted BOOJUM! religiously all the time over a period of several years is that I am always getting little "reminders" from the automated prompt-bots over at Facebook.
     "We like to pretend that we care about you despite being a coding algorithm," they mean, when a post from years ago pops up.  As it did this morning.  
     Here's a picture, with caption.  Art?

Possibly poker, but it still has cards.
And whisky.  Don't forget the whisky.

     Now, I dare say this made sense at the time.  Not now.  What was I thinking?  Any helpful suggestions welcome.  
     My Mind - A Mystery To Me.

BOOJUM! Reviews Films
In our own inimical, not to mention minimal, and possibly maniacal, way.  To wit: we go off the title alone, possibly backed up with mention of the bus poster that sparked the thought.  Don't expect a careful or nuanced critical analysis here - go see Mark Kermode for that!

How to scare cats the Mark Kermode way!

"Wonder": Bloody Hollywood and their prequel-itis!  Ever ones to jump on a bandwagon, especially if there's a sniff of money in the air.  "Wonder Woman" made $820 million, so of course they have to bang out a prequel to exploit that, and here it is.  At least, that's my best guess at this film.  I mean, what else could it be about?  I -

Ah.  I had to ask.  No, Art, learn to spell -

"Daddy's Home 2":  Bloody Hollywood and their lack of either imagination or continuity and their sequel-itis!  You would think people capable of inventing the atom bomb and the internet could come up with a title that displays a little more imagination that just tacking the number "2" on an old title.  "Daddy's Home 2 Brew" or "Daddy's Home 2tew" or even "Daddy's Escaped From The Supermax Run And Hide In The Basement".  Or - I wonder** - are they trying to be ambiguous, implying that Daddy's coming home to something - but they're being coy and not telling?

"Daddy's Home To A Nasty Surprise"

"Paddington 2":  Ah, the elegant numerical classification system of the British film industry!  That's how to do it, Hollywood.  From my scant knowledge of this film, it appears to be a work of political allegory, wherein a refugee from some sinister South American police dictatorship*** arrives in penniless exile in the Allotment of Eden.  He is promptly adopted by a British family, nourished with his exotic diet (he is a fruit-eating bear, apparently) and provided with clothing essential for the climate here in the Allotment - a raincoat, wellington boots and a waterproof hat.
     I think we all know who this screeching political screed is directed at ...

Oh, I say!  Well done, Art!

*  I presume someone attached this end to the bridge?  Didn't they?  Anyone?
**  Do you see what I did - O you do.
***  Peru.  I looked it up.