The ending of my all-time favourite (comedy) show, How I Met Your Mother (the post is yet to come, though I’ve stopped perusing the HIMYM reddit every night), left a huge gaping hole into my heart and life and I did what was logical. Stuffed myself with whatever crap was nearest — this time a new CBS comedy called Friends With Better Lives, following six friends on their ventures… or lack thereof.
God is done with your bulls–t, or The Heavenly Eyeroll
When Fisti first announced his blogathon, God is in the Movies, I was excited — is this my turn to talk my story about being a hardcore atheist, a confused satanist for a brief while at the age of 13, and finally becoming someone who thought religion was something really, really interesting (kudos, Supernatural with Castiel), but is .simply non-religious?
Well… no. Instead, I found Monty Python and the Holy Grail, laughed my ass off for one and a half hours and knew I have to take this post in a lighter tone. Morgan Freeman, step aside, there’s a new old kid on the block, and he’s funnier than anyone I’ve ever met.
I’m going to be upfront: I loved the Divergent film. I ran out of the cinema to the street and felt like someone from Dauntless, running and jumping over roads. There are spoilers below, written in the colour gray. So if you haven’t seen the film, skip that paragraph. (There are some great feels involved.)
Posted in 2014, cherry, cinema, film, review
Tagged Dauntless, Divergent, Divergent film review, Divergent Four, Divergent movie is awesome, Divergent Tris, dystopian young adult, Shailene Woodley, Theo James, Tris and Four, unpopular opinion, Veronica Roth
The time has arrived.
Yep, that’s a Diet Coke cap. I fell asleep while watching it and missed about half an hour, woke up and what I saw then was so f–king ridiculous that I didn’t bother to go back where I’d dozed off at. The crazy part? I literally didn’t miss anything. I had no problems with watching on.
The concept is suprisingly unique, but the story is so lame that it doesn’t give anything The characters are bland and the events are stupid. I have no respect for it. The actors try to do something, but they’re uninspired and the visual effects, which are beautiful, are a waste on The Host.
I know this face. I wore this face for the 95 minutes I spent watching this film.
The quotes were cheesy, the final sentence was lame, but the ending credits were actually pretty awesome, with beautiful images of galaxy, Radioactive blasting loud and a gorgeous typeface. That’s the problem with this film: for every good thing, there are five awful ones. I wanted to know the story without having to read another book of Meyer’s, because I really have a problem with her bland style of writing. And I was intrigued: would they turn a book she wrote into a good film? And I got my answer: no, and that’s where I’ll leave that, and I’ll say that I enjoyed the Twilight films more — they were (often unintentionally) hilarious and eh, I had someone to show my displeasure to because I had a buddy with whom we watched all these movies.
But what bothered me most about this pile of steaming crap? The idea was a lot better than the execution — the screenplay. The visuals were much better than The Host deserved. Diane Kruger’s crying belonged into a better f–king film. If you haven’t seen it, great. Don’t watch it. The stupidity might piss you off.