and your little dog... 2!
This weekend has been a bit - erm.
Friday night was positively civilised even though the Grosvenor's refusal to stock up on cranberry juice disturbs me.
I wasn't expecting the depression to hit me hard on Saturday. Yet it did a credible impression of Manuel Pacquiao shortly after I woke up and kept hounding me through most of the day and evening. A definite wobble but this is now gone, replaced with the realisation I've only got a finite amount of attention and that I need to focus on what really matters. House move, games, job - that sort of thing.
Against the Dark. Steven Seagal meets Resident Evil - wrongly written up as a vampire flick even though it's filmed in Romania.
Avoid. Avoid. Avoid.
Somehow they made a movie worse than Crank 2 - now my new yardstick for how bad a movie can get. The laughs are almost entirely unintended and while the other male hunter reminds me a bit of
nocturne_uk's Freeman in Stargate in the 'how many pile-on ambushes can we spring on him'? stakes and some make-up is nice, the rest... not so much. Seagal tries for Zen and looks dyspeptic instead. He also invokes the bad action movie trope of the invisible shotgun. The female characters are either helpless or viragos turned into zombie chow or are infected and must be killed by the men. Apparently the evolving fast zombies who are capable of speech can't operate a shutter door either. Oops.
I haven't seen this type of misogyny in some time. I could be a lot nastier but hey, I'm trying to focus on what really matters right now. :)
And the worse thing? It could get so very worse - even The Onion knows it.
Friday night was positively civilised even though the Grosvenor's refusal to stock up on cranberry juice disturbs me.
I wasn't expecting the depression to hit me hard on Saturday. Yet it did a credible impression of Manuel Pacquiao shortly after I woke up and kept hounding me through most of the day and evening. A definite wobble but this is now gone, replaced with the realisation I've only got a finite amount of attention and that I need to focus on what really matters. House move, games, job - that sort of thing.
Against the Dark. Steven Seagal meets Resident Evil - wrongly written up as a vampire flick even though it's filmed in Romania.
Avoid. Avoid. Avoid.
Somehow they made a movie worse than Crank 2 - now my new yardstick for how bad a movie can get. The laughs are almost entirely unintended and while the other male hunter reminds me a bit of
nocturne_uk's Freeman in Stargate in the 'how many pile-on ambushes can we spring on him'? stakes and some make-up is nice, the rest... not so much. Seagal tries for Zen and looks dyspeptic instead. He also invokes the bad action movie trope of the invisible shotgun. The female characters are either helpless or viragos turned into zombie chow or are infected and must be killed by the men. Apparently the evolving fast zombies who are capable of speech can't operate a shutter door either. Oops.
I haven't seen this type of misogyny in some time. I could be a lot nastier but hey, I'm trying to focus on what really matters right now. :)
And the worse thing? It could get so very worse - even The Onion knows it.