Ah, the simplicity of the world manages to astound me yet again. After having read one of the greatest works of art in modern literature, “Shalimar the Clown” by Salman Rushdie, I knew that not many books will come close to offering the experience of this romantic, enchanting, heart-breaking masterpiece, one which I will review very soon (I need the right mood for it). But I had no idea that I would waste two weeks on one of the most tedious, most boring and pointless books in existence: the final part of the much hypes, overly discussed Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson. I was extremely pissed off during the reading of this useless brick, but I will take advantage of this post to review all three books, mostly because I don’t want it to be a series of insults. There are good aspects as well. Therefore, sit back and enjoy my commentary of a trilogy you really do not need to read. I will try to be as specific as possible, so you get the main points of interest without all the immense amount of FILLERS that a vast portion of the world’s population consider to be good literature.
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.
AKA This Week Sucked and I Shall Accept No Other Opinion.
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!
This will be, more or less, a rant. You have been warned.
To all the people who like this book, I apologize. The following review is not a positive one. It is not entirely negative either, but, well, there will be little praise and quite a lot of criticism. Sorry, but this book has made me realize that I am mostly a SciFi watcher, not a reader, and that the next SciFi book I will read will have either aliens, mutants or weird space sex.
Considering the fact that lately I’ve only written reviews, I will use this break from mind-boggling C/UNIX (my fellow victims know what I am talking about) to write a post which describes neither movie nor novel, at least not in extreme detail.
If there is one good thing that university has brought me (besides awesome friends), it is the time and the lack of willpower to do anything even remotely related to actual schoolwork, that have allowed me to dedicate an important amount of my time to reading. And in these three years I have read quite a bit, and I do not mean cheap, irrelevant young adult. I love all the books I’ve read (except Man in the High Castle, which will receive a scathing review soon, I promise), but from time to time, a true jewel rises. A masterpiece, something that touches me beyond words, beyond tears. Something that contains more knowledge, life lessons and truths than all the effing courses in the world. Ines Del Alma Mia, by the wonderful Isabel Allende is one of those books, and it stands on the pedestal of my favourite books of all time, alongside the works of Marquez, Zafon, Pamuk, Tolkien and Rushdie. And this, is my review of it.
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.
