Moon (2009)

Tagline:
The last place you’d ever expect to find yourself

Wide Release Date:
June 12, 2009

Directed by:
Duncan Jones
Written by:
Nathan Parker
Produced by:
Stuart Fenegan, Trudie Styler

Starring:
Sam Rockwell
Kevin Spacey
Dominique McElligott
Kaya Scodelario
Benedict Wong
Matt Berry
Malcolm Stewart

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PREGAME THOUGHTS

College was full of kids with awful movie taste. Myself included. I didn’t like movies much anyway and I really didn’t know what was good, but I could tell when someone was into the bad shit. And I wouldn’t listen to them if they were like “The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift was the best movie of 2006″. I wouldn’t listen to them ever again about literally anything.

But then I had another friend who told me good things about Moon. This is going back 10 years. His favorite movie from the late ’00s was Children of Men, which I liked a lot, and he had good things to say about Mulholland Drive and Blue Velvet, neither of which I’ve seen but a fan of David Lynch is a fan of mine!

So this Moon movie has had intrigued me for years, and I like Sam Rockwell. He’s in outer space a lot. At long last, here we go.


THE 700(ish)-WORD SYNOPSIS

The year is I-Don’t-Know. It’s sometime in the future. The ability to mine helium-3 from the moon is necessary to provide Earth with alternative fuel. Sam Bell (Sam Rockwell) is the sole individual stationed in a facility on the far side of the moon. He is in charge of maintaining operations and launching the canisters of helium-3 to Earth. His three-year contract will be up in a two weeks.

Three years is a long-ass time to be alone with Kevin Spacey! He plays GERTY, the facility’s artificial intelligence entity who provides assistance to Sam. Other than that, he gets pre-recorded messages from his wife Tess (Dominique McElligott), who was pregnant before his three-year stint on the moon began.

Moon - GERTY

“Hello, Sam. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to make any inappropriate sexual advances toward you. I can’t make any promises, of course.”

Looking forward to getting the fuck off the moon, Sam Rockwell bides his time and patiently continues his menial work… but then he starts seeing odd hallucinations of a young girl and a beardy man in the facility. He crashes his lunar rover after a distraction out on the moon’s surface, which causes him to lose air and consciousness.

He finds himself awakening on a table in the infirmary. He is instructed by corporate management that he is to stay in the facility while a rescue team makes their way to the moon to fix the rover and the harvester he crashed into. GERTY’s acting all weird too, like something fishy is going on, so Sam sneaks out of the facility to investigate. He makes his way to the location of the incident and discovers an unconscious man inside the crashed rover. He looks just like Sam. Sam brings the unconscious guy who looks like Sam back to the facility. The unconscious guy is most certainly the Sam who crashed, so he will henceforth be referred to as Sam #1. When Sam #1 regains consciousness, Sam #1 thinks he’s losing his mind while Sam #2 is very angry and skeptical about it.

Moon - Sams Fighting

Gives “dancing by yourself” a whole new meaning! HA HA HA!

GERTY spends much time trying to distract Sam #1’s curiosity and questions, but eventually GERTY is cornered into telling Sam #1 that he is a clone. Sam #2 is a clone, too. Both Sams are clones of the original Sam, who had long ago finished his assignment. The new Sams have all of the original Sam’s memories, including those of his family, implanted. And this royally sucks. Everything Sam #1 ever knew has been a lie. Or, at least, with respect to him personally it’s a lie. An argument could be made that it’s NOT a lie!

Revelations slowly become known: all Sam clones get sick at the end of their three-year stint, there’s a secret room full of hundreds of hibernating clones, radios to Earth are deliberately jammed, and all past clones are incinerated after their time is up. This is all crazy shit, and the Sams have trouble handling it. Sam #1 rovers his way out of the jamming radius and attempts to phone home; “his” daughter is now 15, Tess is dead, and the original Sam can be heard off-screen. This fucks Sam #1 up even more, and this is about the time he starts getting sick like every other clone.

It is surmised that the rescue team is not going to take too kindly to the clones realizing they’re clones and will probably kill them, so they formulate a plan: make a Sam #3, place him back in the crashed rover, Sam #2 lives his life in the facility, and Sam #1 gets stowed away in a helium-3 container destined for Earth. Since Sam #1 is all fucked up and sick, he changes the plan: Sam #2 gets stowed away, and Sam #1 will return to the rover to die and be found by the rescue team. GERTY will wake Sam #3 to live his life in the facility. Cool? Excellent.

So they, with GERTY’s permission, do a hard reset on him. He’ll never know what happened. The Sams destroy the radio tower jamming the live feeds, then Sam #2 leaves. Sam #1 dies in the rover. Sam #3 is awakened. The rescue team is fooled. Sam #2, upon arriving on Earth, busts this whole lousy operation wide open to the press. Everyone wins. Except the corporation. And you, because you just read over 700 words.

Moon - Sam's Beard

WOO HOO! WEIRD BEARD IS GOIN’ HOME!


TOM’S DISCUSSION CORNER

TOPIC 1 — Clones and Consciousness

I’ve written at length about my latest existential crisis, which is more on the subject of death and afterlife and less on consciousness. But consciousnesses has been a big part of it, and I’m still thinking a lot about it. Moon is a good movie that touches on the subject, and I especially find the concept of consciousness with respect to cloning a very interesting subject.

We see two clones of the original Sam, both of whom are completely unaware that they are clones. As far as they’re concerned, they have identical memories of their entire fake existence… up until the point where they’re both alive at the same time and experiencing slightly different versions of the immediate present from their own points of view. This implies two different consciousnesses at the same time, seemingly manifesting itself out of nothing, right? Weird stuff. Now, what if GERTY is sentient enough of an artificial intelligence entity to develop consciousness? That’s its own discussion for another movie.

All this stuff is armchair Reddit philosophy. You can look up any thread that hits the subject of consciousness from every angle, but it still doesn’t make me feel any better about the idea. Like death, like afterlife, you will never truly know the whole story about consciousness. That’s frustrating. I like to know things! If I want to learn something, I’m pretty capable of learning it. I hate knowing that I’ll never know something. It’s fucked up.

I try to put myself in either of Sam’s shoes, and I found it immensely disconcerting that all the memories I have might be implanted. This is where you start getting into stoner philosophy and brain-in-a-jar thought exercises, but it’s enough to go down a weird rabbit hole. You can see the pain, though, when everything he knows about his family isn’t actually real to him. It’s real to some other Sam. That sucks, man. I can’t think of anything harder to deal with. Except maybe moving. I hate moving.

Moon - Sam's Family

They’re like the family he never had!

TOPIC 2 — A Simultaneous Capitalism/Afterlife Allegory

Speaking of afterlife, there’s a theme in Moon that reminds me of the religious idea of life after death. Sam works for three years with the anticipation of going back home. Obviously, he knew what he was getting into when he left for the mission (not knowing that he’s really the fourth or fifth Sam since the whole process started), but I would imagine that it’s like prison. Solitary confinement with little contact to the outside world, a future timestamp on the sentence, and living every day knowing you’re closer to the end. Something about that sounds like moving onto a new life after finishing the old one. In the case of Moon, there is no afterlife. There is just incineration and being replaced.

In comes the capitalism theme. Work hard for years and years, and there’s no real reward. The machine doesn’t care about you as a person, they just care about you as a worker. After three years of being used, you’re dumped and replaced! Think about that the next time you’re at your cubicle plugging numbers into a spreadsheet. After three years they’ll throw you in the furnace, and your job will be given to some douchebag fresh out of college who will be all like “durrrr, I was in Kappa Alpha Theta”. Go fuck yourself, Dylan.

Moon - Sams Playing Table Tennis

Gives “playing with yourself” a whole new meaning! HA HA HA!


IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

Kevin Spacey read the script and agreed to voice GERTY, but only when the film was finished and if he liked it. Having loved it, he recorded his lines in half a day.
Oh, the known sex offender was high maintenance? What a surprise. You never really hear a story like “This role was written for Jon Voight, but he hated it so much that he stood on the table and took a big shit on the copy of his script. The role instead went to Carrot Top.”

The film was written for Sam Rockwell, who Duncan Jones wanted to cast in a different film, but Jones and Rockwell could never come to an agreement on which part he should play. Because he wanted to work with Rockwell so much, he created this film for him.
See, like I said. This fucking guy wrote the whole movie with Sam Rockwell in mind. What if he didn’t want to do it? They would need to get a Sam Rockwell-type like Kevin Connolly, and nobody wants that.

The film takes place in 2035.
Wrong. Unrealistic. Global warming is going to murder us all by then.

In order to prepare for the movie, Sam Rockwell watched Midnight Cowboy (1969) and Dead Ringers (1988).
In order to prepare for this movie review, I watched Daddy Day Care (2003) and Porno Hags 2 (1999).

Before making this film, Duncan Jones was more famous for being the son of David Bowie.
Oh snap? So the son of David Bowie elevated himself above his claim-to-fame of “being David Bowie’s son” by making Moon? I highly doubt that. Nobody remembers this movie.

Appeared on Entertainment Weekly’s list of “The 50 Best Movies You’ve Never Seen,” in the July 16, 2012 issue.
Yeah, but I’ve seen it. Checkmate.

Aside from those played by Sam Rockwell and Kevin Spacey, there are no other major characters in the film.
That’s not trivia! They’re on the moon where there are no other people! What are we expecting, a Secret Moon Civilization? No. This movie is called “Moon”, not “Secret Moon Civilization”. Although, you gotta admit, that sounds like a good movie. I suggest a main character to be played by Carrot Top.

Moon - Moon

My God, it’s full of stars! And so forth.


IS IT WORTH A WATCH?

Yes. Very thought-provoking, which is my main #1 desire from my media. It made me think thing hard enough to freak me out, so the movie did its job.

If I had watched this movie in college, I probably wouldn’t have tumbled so far into the large swamp that is now my mid-30s crisis. Maybe that’s good, maybe that’s bad, but I DO like to think and feel things! In short, thank you Moon. I look forward to watching movies named after other celestial bodies in the future.

The Eye of the World (Book 1) – Chapter 16: “The Wisdom”

The Wheel of Time - Book 1 - The Eye of the World

I can’t take it any longer. Thom the Gleeman has mustaches. As in, more than one. Every time they mention this man with his bushy hair and his amazing technicolor dreamcoat, they point out his plural mustaches. I don’t know what that could possibly look like, and it’s a gross thought besides. Shave that shit off, you smelly drifter.

The previous chapter ended with the four children making their presence known to Nynaeve the Wisdom, the angry young woman from their hometown who spent five days tracking these fuckers down. She walked for two hundred miles and swam across the river with her flippers and her snorkel, and boy, is she livid! She’s ready to tear everyone a couple of new sphincters, Aes Sedai or NO Aes Sedai.

Min appears again. She’s the young woman who can see sparks if something is important and, if you can believe it, barely sees sparks if something is less important. The sparks were strong between Moiraine and Nynaeve! Something is going on here! Nynaeve is part of the Pattern. She’s entwined in this whole stinkin’ affair, and she may not even know it yet.

There really isn’t too much more to this particular chapter. Nynaeve wants to take these kids home, but the kids can’t go home, and she’s not particularly convinced by any of them. The Aes Sedai is like “go away”, but Nynaeve has never gone away in her whole life and she’s not about to start today!

In the end, Nynaeve begrudgingly understands. It’s unclear whether or not she’s going to actually join them on their quest. Here what is clear. I’m going to get a snack.

Only Murders in the Building, Season 2 – Murders Are Back, Baby!

Through the Idiot Glass Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this show and you haven’t yet seen it, or if you’ll be mad if you accidentally read any possible spoilers about it, I’m going to chalk it up to “not my fucking problem”. You have been warned.
Discussion Subject: Only Murders in the Building, Season 2 (2022) (Hulu)
Previous Seasons
Season 1

Only Murders in the Building - Season 2
Steve Martin, Martin Short, and Selena Gomez are back as, respectively, the mild-mannered Charles Haden-Savage, the over-the-top-Martin-Short-style Oliver Putnam, and the exasperated millennial Mabel Mora! They’re back and more detective-y than ever before!


The Premise

We last saw these chowderheads getting arrested for the supposed murder of Bunny Folger, the Arconia’s board president! Oh me, oh my! However, due to lack of evidence, all three are released after getting questioned by a couple of cops. One of them is fuckin’ Michael Rapaport as Detective Kreps, who acts like fuckin’ Michael Rapaport. Now the trio makes a mission to solve Bunny’s murder, since it’s obviously another murder in the building! A mystery! More podcast fodder for the two old dudes and the young lady!

Only Murders in the Building - Season 2

This matchbook is the break in the case we need! The murderer is a smoker! …or an arsonist!


My Half-Baked Thoughts

Season 2 started off slow for me. After the interesting romp that was Season 1, the show immediately felt stale with this new season. That feeling eventually went away once the narrative started picking up speed and added other character relationship-driven side stories into the mix, such as Mabel’s relationship with Alice (Cara Delevigne), Oliver’s doubtful blood relationship with his son, Oliver’s tense and complicated relationship with Teddy Dimas (Nathan Lane), and Charles’ relationship with his sort-of estranged teenage daughter. I ALSO VERY MUCH ENJOYED the episode where Mabel hung out with Teddy’s son Theo (James Caverly) and presented some depth to his deaf-ass character. See, I obviously favor character relationships over plot. Every single damn time.

Only Murders in the Building - Season 2

Now with 41% more Nathan Lane than your average television show.

All that being said, I didn’t like this season quite as much as the last season. First and foremost, Sting wasn’t in any of the episodes this season, which knocks it down about 400 points automatically. Second of all, the novelty of the series has worn off and fitting all the threads of the story around a podcast seems kind of limiting? As much as it was nice to see Mabel interact with someone her own age for once, I think Cara Delevingne is a terrible actress and I think she did a terrible job! Alice was also weirdly creepy, and that wasn’t cool either, man. I’d rather see a spinoff of Mabel and Theo Dimas solving mysteries and going on adventures while she learns American Sign Language and he learns How To Hear.

I also thought Amy Schumer was going to be the new Sting! She was in, like, two scenes. It was almost as if they were setting her up to be a big deal in the building, but instead she was like “MARF SNARF” and it didn’t matter even a little bit.

Only Murders in the Building - Season 2

Amy Schumer for some reason.

The breakout character is obviously Howard (the fat guy with the sweater and the cats), who was finally funnier and more fleshed out than he was in Season 1. Although God knows why that other guy started dating Howard since he’s a fat, ugly piece of shit with a horrible voice and personality! One of the unsolved mysteries of life/this show. But he’s kind of funny unintentionally! Maybe that’s what it is.

Martin Short cracks me every time he’s on screen. He could read me the ingredients from a can of soup and I’d love every second of it. He could be swinging a golf club at my head while shouting flamboyantly and I’d be laughing all the way to the death bank! So, it goes without saying that Oliver Putnam is my favorite character and nobody is a close second.

I could’ve sworn that Selena Gomez was pregnant because of all her horrible outfits. Not only is that not the case, BUT you can find about a hundred articles about Gomez’s claim that she’ll never be pregnant due to her bipolar disorder medication! That was more than I needed to know, but I’m glad she’s looking out for her health in a very public manner.

Only Murders in the Building - Season 2

Vitamin C and potassium!! BooOOOooOOOoooooOOOo!!

Tina Fey is always perfect. It was funny enough to hear that her character was afraid of the insides of tomatoes and slow motion (which sounds like two things Liz Lemon would tell Jack Donaghy before he shoots her in the face with a loaded prop gun and kills her), but to see Steve Martin cut up tomatoes while forcing out a confession from Cinda Canning, and then the subsequent slow motion that everyone else also indulged in, that was the best part of the season.


Worth the Watch?

I don’t have much else to say. Yes, this is worth watching. For what it is — a very silly, light-hearted, cozy murder mystery TV show that doesn’t take itself seriously even a little, with an actual engaging plot, conclusions that are hard to predict, and a lot of Martin Short — it’s excellent. I’m looking forward to Season 3. At the end of Season 2, they introduced Paul Rudd as a Charles Haden-Savage villain and that had him keel over and die within two minutes. Exciting!

Only Murders in the Building - Season 2

The Three Amigos minus that Chevy Chase motherfucker.

2022 Year-End List Analysis – Pitchfork’s Top 50

Pitchfork

Get your pitchforks ready, it’s time to “rock” the “house”.

Yo! I already wrote a very long preamble about Pitchfork in their 2021 Top 50 analysis. Like hell I’m going to do it all again! You know Pitchfork. You know everything about Pitchfork. At least I assume you do since you’re reading this, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading an analysis about a top albums list that some Internet nerd decided to spend an half an hour writing about.

Pitchfork has been focusing more on women and people of color within the last few years, which is great. They should be. But, since this is an indie rock rag — or at least it used to be — and most people of color don’t play indie rock, it’s understandable that a lot of choices are simply not indie rock. For better or worse, this has alienated their core base; most will bitch about how much Pitchfork is “not for them” anymore.

That being said, as someone who has only gotten into rap within the last decade and is still struggling to get the most out of R&B, soul, and reggaeton, among some others, a lot of this list isn’t for me either! BUT, since I’m always, always, ALWAYS willing to branch out and keep an open mind, I actually appreciate Pitchfork’s motivation to bring attention to some of these genres and artists. At least to me. Does that mean I’ll like Bad Bunny tomorrow? Probably not, but I’ll throw him on once in a while and find something more to like each time. That makes it all worth it.

OK, enough blah blah blahhing. Here are my short-sighted and wrong opinions.

The Top 10

Beyoncé - RENAISSANCE

Get off the horse, Beyoncé. You’re drunk.

Speaking of focusing on women, ever since Pitchfork got chided for picking a woman as their #1 in 2016 for the first time in 10 years in (Solange), five of the last six years have featured a woman as their top spot: Mitski, Lana Del Rey, Fiona Apple, Jazmine Sullivan, and now Beyoncé. But, I think Beyoncé at #1 was a surprise. First of all, from my musically in-touch point of view, RENAISSANCE got a fraction of the hype that Lemonade got in 2016. Second of all, Big Thief is headed by known female Adrianne Lenker — a queer woman at that — with the exact same score of 9.0. The same score that both Beyoncé and Sudan Archives received this year (#1 and #2 respectively). Big Thief’s hyped album made it to #7. I would have bet money on a top spot for Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You, but I guess I’m not smart!

Sudan Archives was my second choice for the top spot. Less known than Beyoncé, obviously, with lyrical subject matter that packs a more emotional punch. She’s younger too, and, if I may, definitely more in-your-face with her blackness than Beyoncé has even been. A perfect fucking pick for #1, honestly. She got robbed.

Bad Bunny and Alex G are the only two men in the Top 10, or at least the only two male-fronted projects. That’s fine with me. Let’s aim for less next time. Bump up Björk and Grace Ives and you’ve got a winner.

No Metal

Autopsy - Morbidity Triumphant

Tasteful!

No metal again! Not even a token album like your Deafheaven or Mastodon-types. The closest we get this year are Soul Glo and Chat Pile, and both of those are just hardcore or noise rock. Not even this year’s album by Dream Unending, which got an 8.5 Best New Music! What a snub, man!

Once again, I aim to try to find what I feel might be a safe metal option for Pitchfork’s sensibilities. Perhaps Cult of Luna’s The Long Road North, a crushing slab of rather dignified post-metal sludginess. Or how about Autopsy’s Morbidity Triumphant, the death-doom stalwarts who have maintained their consistency even after a 14-year hiatus. Maybe Undeath’s It’s Time​…​To Rise From the Grave, death metal with fresh twists and riffs that other indie publications have praised (even Pitchfork; it got an 8.3 Best New Music)? Hell, even Imperial Triumphant’s brand of mind-bending, jazz-infused, avantgarde black metal is perfect!

But no. No metal. No headbanging. What a sad state of affairs.

Notable Omissions

Taylor Swift

Sorry, Taylor. Again, it’s not your year!

I love sifting through the list and finding who got completely fucked over even after a coveted Best New Music designation. Black Country, New Road just made the cut at #49, being the very last Best New Music award on the list.

Last year, Iceage was the only legitimate Best New Music snub. This year there were a lot more. A whole lot more. Here are the notable ones.

Animal Collective – Time Skiffs
Pitchfork is in love with Animal Collective! Sung Tongs: #2 on Pitchfork’s 2004 list. Feels: #7 on Pitchfork’s 2005 list. Strawberry Jam: #6 on Pitchfork’s 2007 list. Panda Bear’s Person Pitch: #1 on Pitchfork’s 2007 list. Merriweather Post Pavilion: #1 on Pitchfork’s 2009 list.

Now, granted, the publication hasn’t liked an Animal Collective album since 2009, but Time Skiffs got a Best New Music award this year. Although not even close to the prime output of the band’s peak days, Pitchfork nevertheless considered it a return to form. So that it got completely left out of the list is odd to me, almost like a big “fuck you” to the band they elevated higher than any other band in their history, Radiohead notwithstanding.

I don’t even like Animal Collective that much and I really like this album! It’ll be on my list, look forward to that shit.

SAULT- Air
SAULT dropped six albums this year, so maybe that had something to do with it. Pitchfork couldn’t be like “this one is better than the other five for reasons we don’t feel like fleshing out at all”.

Still, though SAULT’s incredibly prolific career in such a short timespan has been critically lauded, so excluding it seems unreasonable. Especially since it’s a contemporary classical gospel album. It’s not like Pitchfork had a whole pile of those at the ready.

These are just two out of quite a bit of Best New Music snubs. As a result, many more sub-8.2 albums made the cut this year. Of course, it wouldn’t be right to ever omit a Kendrick Lamar project from the final Top 50, even though Mr. Morale and the Big Steppers DID get a 7.6 in the original review. Pretty mediocre, a 7.6 is. I’d expect such a score for garbage like Okkervil River or the 95th Mountain Goats record. Although Kendrick sits comfortably at #13, the actual top spot for a sub-8.2 album was The Weeknd’s Dawn FM at #11. Why these two were deemed worthy is baffling, since overhyped shit with low scores would never get elevated just because, godforbid, Pitchfork might’ve been wrong about their ratings!

I’m such a nerd talking about this. How embarrassing.

So That’s It?

Yeah, that’s it. I’m embarrassed now. Look at how red my face is… from all the tomatoes people are throwing at me right now. Someone yank me off the stage with a large vaudevillian hook.

The Eye of the World (Book 1) – Chapter 15: “Strangers and Friends”

The Wheel of Time - Book 1 - The Eye of the World

One thing I neglected to mention in the previous chapter’s write-up was that Rand’s dream contained the Dark One snapping a rat to death by its back. I failed to mention this because it didn’t seem important to me, but it became apparent that this was THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT event of the dream with respect to this chapter. It gets mentioned a lot.

We come to find out that Rand, Mat, and Perrin all had the same dream. Probably in an identical fashion. They certainly all witnessed a rat getting bent backwards until its back broke. During breakfast, the cook mentions that all the dead rats in the inn that morning were found with snapped backs. Rand just about loses his lunch about this.

Perrin is a pussy and doesn’t want to leave his bed, so Rand ventures out into the great big city of Baerlon all by his lonesome. While he revels in city-related jubilations, such as seeing a mailbox or eating a funnel cake, the young androgynous creature who was speaking to Moiraine yesterday approaches him on the street. It’s a young woman barely older than Rand. Her name is Min and she delights in making Rand uncomfortable by describing her ability to stare at anyone and see their future in a very abstruse manner. She describes stuff like dancing white graves and juggling fire and lightning coming out of Rand’s ass. She is able to see visions of each and every single one of them, and Rand is so unnerved that he gets a very visible boner right there on the street. Min can also see that Rand and Egwene love each other, but they can and will never be together in the way either wants. She ends her little clairvoyant session by letting Rand know that she and he will cross paths again, although it’s impossible to tell why or when or where or how or huh. Rand runs away at this point whining and sniveling.

Rand bumps into Mat in the street, literally, and they both decide to try to confide in Thom “The Gleeman” Taylor (*chainsaw* aurgh aurgh aurgh). Once they start mentioning names of former false dragons, Thom grabs these kids and drags them down an empty alley to either molest them or tell them to zip the lip. He advises against telling Moiraine about these dreams, but if they must then they need to prepare to face possible consequences such as angry, disappointed looks or no more fresh baked cookies. Possibly even a time-out.

For some reason we don’t know yet, Nynaeve the Wisdom from Emond’s Field is in the Stag and Lion. Is she snapping rats in half? Not likely, but she’s there for a reason and Rand, Mat, and Perrin decide to avoid prolonging the inevitable. Tails between their legs, they enter the inn.

This Wisdom sounds pretty hot. People seem to be more afraid of her than Moiraine. I would’ve guessed that Nynaeve is the other Aes Sedai that Moiraine accidentally mentioned in passing, but the implication was that Wisdoms cannot also be Aes Sedai. OR MAYBE THAT’S A TRICK TO THROW ME OFF THE TRAIL! Not gonna work, Robert Jordan, you sly dead dog you.