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After writing my last post yesterday (in the same dreary shop that I used before when I lived in Queen's Park) we went for a walk up Sailsbury Road. The Sissys got into their heads that it would be a great idea to eat fish and chips. I tried to explain to them the levels of grease and stomach pain involved, but they were having none of it. So we stopped by Mr. Fish, collected our "small" portions, and headed for Queen's Park.
We sat on some benches by the animal farm and talked about the random people jogging/practicing yoga/throwing frisbees/sunbathing. Once the weather started turning black, we walked back home and grabbed some Covent Garden soups for dinner.
The rest of my sunday was spent watching The League of Gentlemen, playing a bit of Gamecube, reading The Observer, reading The Cutting Room (which I'm now starting to get annoyed with: including graphic gay sex that doesn't relate to the story is clearly very cheap, non?), and drinking tea.
After BigBore Brother, I got well comfy on the MINGING sofa to watch Valentine. Who would have thought that shit slasher movies were still being made??! Didn't they learn their lessons with the 80s? And how did they manage to rope in some up-and-coming actors for this piece of crap?
Valentine's Crimes:
- Shower scene with chick (and don't you just hate it when they hear a noise, they live by themselves in the apartment, and yet they call out "hello?")
- Killer that wears a mask and catches up with victim by walking.
- No explanation as to how bodies and blood would disappear after gruesome killings.
- Flashback that shows killer being bullied and rejected by beauty queens - uhh! does that mean we are all serial killers?
- Final scene that takes place in a party where remainder of cast gets killed one by one.
I could just go on and on about how shit that movie was. I kept watching it because I thought there was some great twist that would explain all the major inconsistencies before and justify the existence of this slice of "bosta". But NO, there was nothing. And the killer in the end was someone who couldn't be the killer because, as the heroine said, she knew him for a long time and blablabla... I'm ranting now. Forgive me.
We sat on some benches by the animal farm and talked about the random people jogging/practicing yoga/throwing frisbees/sunbathing. Once the weather started turning black, we walked back home and grabbed some Covent Garden soups for dinner.
The rest of my sunday was spent watching The League of Gentlemen, playing a bit of Gamecube, reading The Observer, reading The Cutting Room (which I'm now starting to get annoyed with: including graphic gay sex that doesn't relate to the story is clearly very cheap, non?), and drinking tea.
After Big
Valentine's Crimes:
- Shower scene with chick (and don't you just hate it when they hear a noise, they live by themselves in the apartment, and yet they call out "hello?")
- Killer that wears a mask and catches up with victim by walking.
- No explanation as to how bodies and blood would disappear after gruesome killings.
- Flashback that shows killer being bullied and rejected by beauty queens - uhh! does that mean we are all serial killers?
- Final scene that takes place in a party where remainder of cast gets killed one by one.
I could just go on and on about how shit that movie was. I kept watching it because I thought there was some great twist that would explain all the major inconsistencies before and justify the existence of this slice of "bosta". But NO, there was nothing. And the killer in the end was someone who couldn't be the killer because, as the heroine said, she knew him for a long time and blablabla... I'm ranting now. Forgive me.
