movie reviews
Watched a bunch'a movies this last couple'a weeks cause we're movie buffs in my house and (like the rest of the world) i fancy myself a reviewer after any movie i see. Just in case anyone cares, or reads (*shrug*) i'm gonna cut it.
watched Wes Craven's the Last House on the Left last night, thinking "oh, Wes Craven i like cheesy horror, this'll do.." Wes Craven, see: They, Nightmare On Elm Street, Pulse, etc, cheesy horror, right? No. Not to be like, spoiler-y, if you're really hopeful for this movie or whatever (and if you are, wtf? it's been on video for weeks already) but Jesus. That movie was fucking hard. Even if you fore-go the five minute graphic and intense rape scene in the woods, the whole movie is just heavy. Emotion-soaked dark tension-laden scenes of very realistic fear and injury... just heavy all around. Not the silly goofy horror that i expected and enjoy. I literally felt somewhat ill after the rape scene... no camera cuts or music or anything to diminish, allude, ease the horrific nature of what was happening on the screen. When the dad realizes that his daughter has been raped, the break in his expression, oh man. Kudos Tony Goldwyn. And telling mom, "She's been raped" i actually started crying when mom's face equally breaks and she just sobs No...nonono.
*shudders*
On to lighter flicks... Crank 2. One word review: LAME. Okay, i lied, more review, but really, summarized with just LAME. It's not like the first Crank was all ground-breaking and wonderful, but at least the premise was movie-believable (as in: not realistic, but you can accept the movie-reality with minimal stretching). He gets injected with a drug that he has to keep his heart rate up, ok. I can take it. *shrug* Whatever. Movie was fun, silly, it worked. Crank 2? No. Not even remotely plausible, even in the movie-reality sense. Fucking stupid all around. By the time we got to the talking head in a fish tank myself and co-viewers were like, "Really? Are you fucking serious?" Miss it, and if you haven't, you have my condolences as a fellow "i wasted an hour and a half of my life + 5 bucks on this utter crap" victim.
I watched other movies, but they were so memorable that i didn't have a strong enough reaction to be bothered reviewing them. Meh. Labor Pains (with Lindsay Lohan, i fell asleep), Role Models (funny frat boy humor, exactly what'd you expect of it), The Day The Earth Stood Still (actually really good, really liked it and would recommend).
In other non-movie-watching stuffs, i haven't seen House or Gossip Girl since they premiered (missed the House premiere, actually, damnit), and i'm really kinda pissed about it.
I'm absolutely in love with the Transatlanticism album by Death Cab and i feel a lil silly admitting that i bothered downloading and listening simply because it was the soundtrack to the epic fic of the same name. As a side note, i hate being into something so self-labeled indie, it makes me feel like a poser, but whatever. I think i'm too old for terms like "poser" anyway.
I have been forcibly holding off on starting jengrrrl's Bedlam because i hate starting WIP fiction, i get too into it and then gutted when it's not finished but i think i might break down. It's long, from what i understand, so as long as i take it slow (ha! right) i'll hopefully not consume it before its updated/finished. lol whatever. I'm just about to start Fitch Family Drama which should take at least an evening, further prolonging the start.
I just tore through daneorange's the best of you and me series, and it was beautiful and heart-wounding and i strongly recommend it. I usually am kinda ambivalent about reading things without sex (yes, i'm a perve and kinda limit myself that way, oh well) but this was just too good.
This whole damn fandom is just astonishing with what they produce. I'm in awe, quite literally.
watched Wes Craven's the Last House on the Left last night, thinking "oh, Wes Craven i like cheesy horror, this'll do.." Wes Craven, see: They, Nightmare On Elm Street, Pulse, etc, cheesy horror, right? No. Not to be like, spoiler-y, if you're really hopeful for this movie or whatever (and if you are, wtf? it's been on video for weeks already) but Jesus. That movie was fucking hard. Even if you fore-go the five minute graphic and intense rape scene in the woods, the whole movie is just heavy. Emotion-soaked dark tension-laden scenes of very realistic fear and injury... just heavy all around. Not the silly goofy horror that i expected and enjoy. I literally felt somewhat ill after the rape scene... no camera cuts or music or anything to diminish, allude, ease the horrific nature of what was happening on the screen. When the dad realizes that his daughter has been raped, the break in his expression, oh man. Kudos Tony Goldwyn. And telling mom, "She's been raped" i actually started crying when mom's face equally breaks and she just sobs No...nonono.
*shudders*
On to lighter flicks... Crank 2. One word review: LAME. Okay, i lied, more review, but really, summarized with just LAME. It's not like the first Crank was all ground-breaking and wonderful, but at least the premise was movie-believable (as in: not realistic, but you can accept the movie-reality with minimal stretching). He gets injected with a drug that he has to keep his heart rate up, ok. I can take it. *shrug* Whatever. Movie was fun, silly, it worked. Crank 2? No. Not even remotely plausible, even in the movie-reality sense. Fucking stupid all around. By the time we got to the talking head in a fish tank myself and co-viewers were like, "Really? Are you fucking serious?" Miss it, and if you haven't, you have my condolences as a fellow "i wasted an hour and a half of my life + 5 bucks on this utter crap" victim.
I watched other movies, but they were so memorable that i didn't have a strong enough reaction to be bothered reviewing them. Meh. Labor Pains (with Lindsay Lohan, i fell asleep), Role Models (funny frat boy humor, exactly what'd you expect of it), The Day The Earth Stood Still (actually really good, really liked it and would recommend).
In other non-movie-watching stuffs, i haven't seen House or Gossip Girl since they premiered (missed the House premiere, actually, damnit), and i'm really kinda pissed about it.
I'm absolutely in love with the Transatlanticism album by Death Cab and i feel a lil silly admitting that i bothered downloading and listening simply because it was the soundtrack to the epic fic of the same name. As a side note, i hate being into something so self-labeled indie, it makes me feel like a poser, but whatever. I think i'm too old for terms like "poser" anyway.
I have been forcibly holding off on starting jengrrrl's Bedlam because i hate starting WIP fiction, i get too into it and then gutted when it's not finished but i think i might break down. It's long, from what i understand, so as long as i take it slow (ha! right) i'll hopefully not consume it before its updated/finished. lol whatever. I'm just about to start Fitch Family Drama which should take at least an evening, further prolonging the start.
I just tore through daneorange's the best of you and me series, and it was beautiful and heart-wounding and i strongly recommend it. I usually am kinda ambivalent about reading things without sex (yes, i'm a perve and kinda limit myself that way, oh well) but this was just too good.
This whole damn fandom is just astonishing with what they produce. I'm in awe, quite literally.