Because a review would suggest less anger and more objectivity, but I am so irritated at the moment, that I fail to control myself.
Yeah, there are corpses that are less lazy than I am when it comes to blog writing. I will not invent an excuse. I refuse to stoop to such levels. But I will express my deep admiration for a movie that I’ve just seen and that I highly recommend. Of course, this goes against what IMDB, the putrid pit of lies and deceit, is saying, but after “Drive” has been given the immense grade of 8.1, Drive being basically one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life, well, I can safely say that IMDB does not exist for me anymore, it is not a valid source of information anymore and it can go tear itself another asshole in whatever hell is destined for attention whore sites. Also, I will be reviewing the massive insult to intelligence that is Drive in the very near future. This will not be a failed promise, something I forget about or drop due to studies, laziness, carelessness or a desire to sleep. I have already commented about this utter piece of crap on several sites, and I will further destroy it here, in my own little kingdom. But not today.
Tis an uncertain world we live in, but there is and always will be one eternal, ultimate and undeniable truth: HBO know how to make TV series. A Game of Thrones is by far the best series I’ve seen in a long time, and it is right up there with Rome when it comes to my all time favourites. It is a gem, a gift from the gods bestowed upon us worthless and undeserving mortals.
Alas, I have not yet succumbed to natural or unnatural causes, except perhaps to my own laziness. I know I have not posted in ages, and to be honest, I was not going to any time soon, seeing as I am in finals and it’s much too hot outside, and I am bored out of my mind, and also, if I have not mentioned, I am in finals. Still, I feel like I will not be able to move on with my day unless I share my grievances. My present grievance, of course, for if I even attempt to enlist all that abuses my nerves, well…I will probably miss tomorrow’s exam due to the inability to leave the computer.
First of all, it is good to be back, but unfortunately, two of my favourite posts have disappeared and shall probably never be seen again. The reason is the same as that of my absence: hosting issues. Damn them! Alas, I mourn the loss of my Lupercalia entry, not only because it was a work of genius, but because it was vastly appreciated and read. The one about the Oscars is not really necessary since we all know that the Oscars 2011 were a travesty except for Natalie Portman and Christian Bale who totally deserved winning. But since I am back, I shall try not to delve on the past and write an actual entry, which I will most definitely back up because the Internet hates me and probably always will. The feeling, I assure you, is mutual.
My heart is about to force its way out of my throat. My skin is itching. I am afraid to go out of my room because the lights are off in the hall. Something dark is crawling beneath my skin. All this is the effect of one of the best movies I have ever seen. Black Swan. If my beloved Natalie Portman does not get an Oscar for this, there is no hope for Hollywood. Enjoy.
If my last post can be best described as a sponge of misery basked in a sea of anger, than this post will probably be the complete opposite. Well, maybe not complete, but still. A little more on the positive side of things. After all, it’s a Saturday right? That means that the Lab of Death is 2 whole days away, and there are no exams next week! Yay!
Last week I bothered you with a horrific tale of boredom, disappointment, badly spent money and M.Night Shyamalan. This Friday, the 29th of October 2010 offered me a completely different experience. I am proud to say that a movie I had absolutely no hope of liking, which I only wanted to see out of pure nostalgia turned out to be awesome! Oscar-worthy? Hell no. Worth the money for the ticket and the extra for the 3D? Definitely!
AKA How I will never invest money in an M.Night Shyamalan movie as long as I live.
Last Friday I was pissed off because my Thursday evening movie plans were ruined by a sudden change in the school schedule. So on Friday morning I checked out the cinema’s web page and I decided against going to see Eat Pray Love. I would have gone if I had been in the company of my best female friends, but alas, I was not, and I do not like Julia Roberts enough to see her solely in the presence of my guy. If I had gone with my boyfriend, at some point my mind would have started to wander off and I would have found myself thinking about Star Wars and Mad Max. So, despite knowing better, I chose Devil. I curse that decision, and I want my money back.
Or “TV is seriously humiliating Hollywood!”
We all know that the Summer of 2010 was one of the weakest and most worthless when it comes to movies. Christopher Nolan saved the cinema and probably the entire artistic universe with Inception, a movie whose ass should be kissed for at least 10 more years. In my opinion, it’s THAT good. But it truly is sad to not be able to see anything else that is notable and worthy for 2 whole months. I mean, sure, I did go, and I did spend money on all kinds of crap (including Tom Cruise crap, and I still hate myself for it), and even though some films were okay (more like okay-ish), I still had to work hard to convince my friends (and, sadly, myself) to go see stuff. And no, I have not seen Toy Story 3, because I despise the franchise. Say whatever you want, I just can’t be a fan. I am sick of badly made 3D, of over-priced tickets, of cinematic rape. The Last Airbender can go and die, I’ve seen the anime and it is splendid. It should be best to just ignore the fact that the movie has ever been made. The Prince of Persia was okay only due to Gemma Aterton. Salt was horrendously boring and lame and I despise Angelina Jolie’s anorexia and the predictability of her role. Iron Man 2 I liked, but considering the fact that I worship anything Downey Jr touches, this should not surprise anyone. The A-Team was again, just okay, and the Expendables I missed, unfortunately, and I had been looking forward to see it with my dad for old times’ sake (I grew up watching corny action movies with my dad, by the way, and sometimes I miss the senseless violence, cheap jokes and quick, unsatisfying sex scenes that I wasn’t allowed to watch anyway because I was around 8-10 years old).