Pessimism is just a higher form of optimism

A stab at old school horror. A haunted hotel, ghosts, eerie sounds. Quite alright.

Eternal winter

Okay now, sweet little family affair with fish and reptiles. And I don't really know why I chose to watch the fucken thing, but I did. Can't admit you like it, can't admit you hate it either.

Really motherfuckin' dumb, or really motherfuckin' smart

A comedy with black (sometimes literally) humour abound, something I essentially should be all jazzed about. The thing is though, the funny shit was always like half way there, never really exploding with laughter.

There's walkers in the barn

Watched almost at one sitting. Dead cool.

The road less taken is less taken for a reason

Not my favourite season, but it has lots of classic episodes like The Soup Nazi, The Calzone and The Invitations where the Susan character dies after licking toxic wedding invitations.

You can't fuck the interns

If this was (it certainly looked the part) one episode of The West Wing, no one would have noticed. In fact, one of their worst shows.

Love the Sinner, hate the sin

So, a guy walks on the roof of a building with an intention of jumping into his very death and tells this cop, whose come into rescue, his story. And I'm amazed why the cop doesn't jump. It also got me the fucking shivers, seeing the awful acting.

I love to play my rock'n'roll

This DVD consists of “Bring On The Mountain” documentary, “The Ballad of Danko Jones” short film, music videos and live perfomance cuts. And the live tracks are what makes the whole thing, the band is on fire on stage (I’ve witnessed ‘em a coupla times) and Danko himself is the greatest frontman of them all. The documentary was alright, although there wasn’t much more into it than a history of the band and no-one else but the band and people close to the band had anything to say. The short film - ah, it has intesting people in it (Lemmy, Ralph Macchio, Elijah Wood, Selma Blair) and it looked something like a film, but I didn’t understand anything about it.

Paradise can go fuck itself

Propably everyone has said that The Descendants oozes warmth and life and whatnot. Well yeah, it was not bad, at such, but it didn't really shine and dazzle. Kinda sweet little family thing people has seen a thousand times that, I imagine, couldn't irritate anyone the fuck off, but ultimately it's a forgettable piece.

There was no fog on the lake

One of those things. The movie starts off with Tom Waits’ monologue where his raspy voice introduces us to this small bizarre town that is the central piece of the story. And that’s it, at that moment on I was certain I was going to love the movie despite the fact that this Francis Ford Coppola film has gotten somewhat of a bad beating in the press and by the audience (5.1. points in the IMBD…hello?!?!?!), but, sure enough, I was sold. A small town horror movie, a mystery, Val Kilmer is fucken amazing (glad to have him back on track) and above all, Coppola shoots like a madman, Twixt is obscure, surreal and dreamy, but strangely beautiful with great blackish humour. A cult for future generations.

We'll all sing hallelujah

Shitloads too many, but I don't exactly remember how many Vares movies have been made, but this - subjective as that, of course - is quite near decent. With a stupid story and amateurish actors (apart from the lead role), the director rescues the film from rock bottom.

All this occult and that hocus pocus stuff

Well, I read it through. I congratulate myself. If you are lazy enough not to read any proper biographies, if you don't follow the scene and just want to jump straight in the yellow press, you'd just might enjoy this book. Did Robert Johnson sell his soul to the devil, did Keith Richards snort his father's ashes, who puffed the magic dragon? Lots of words on the Stones, Beatles and Zeps. Fuckloads of stuff indifferent to me.

Media loves sole survivors

Well, it wasn't that bad actually, but it is worrying when horror movies look like horror parodies.

Someone get the bitch her cider

Finnish film makers constantly give an impression that they are cool and make things happen. The ugly truth, however, is that Finnish cinema rarely dazzles. I'd give a nonchalant tear if I'd give a fuck. This was fucking horrible.

Only humans can cry tears

Add one more 9/11 movie to the list. A kid solving a riddle his father left behind, and that's all there is to it. Bits emotionless and hollow, even if it briefly stars people like Tom Hanks, Sandra Bullock and John Goodman.

Flying over pain and terror

Joey the horse travels through the horrors of WWI and makes an impact on number of English, German and French people. It was an impressive story, rather long, but a hoot nevertheless.

When your enemy's making mistakes, don't interrupt him

I don't follow baseball, at all, and I'm not a fan of Oakland Athletics, hell, didn't know there is one. That shouldn't matter of course, but Moneyball still left me uninterested, therefore, I reckon, it fails. It gave me absolutely nothing. Brad Pitt was lame and nominating Jonah Hill for Oscars was a fucken travesty.

Seriously under-fucked

So it seems that critics love this movie and the rest don't care, currently there's a meagre 7.1 points for this Oscar nominee in the IMDB scale. This time round, I salute the critics. I fucken loved the movie. I've rarely seen such a subtle, smooth and utterly beautiful cinematography, like a brush in painter's hand. There's a stellar cast, intriguing story and everything's shot in the last detail. Quite fucken amazing if you ask me. Close to perfect, 9 plus something.

Mean for sport

There's no two ways about it, I thoroughly liked this movie. Not the kind of stuff I normally watch, but I hooked up to its freakishly beautiful drama a lot.

Your tongue belongs to Satan

Well, at least now I know what nothing looks like.

An invite to a necktie party

As far as I can remember, I’ve always liked westerns; old or new, black & white or in colour, does not matter. Guns blazing, cowboys against indians, galloping horses, dust in the wind, all that. But I have never liked the John Wayne westerns. I don’t exactly what it is in the man, that he creeps under my skin and gets on my nerves, but, anyways, luckily, John Ford outweighs John Wayne in The Searchers. Wayne or not, this is a good western.

Murder and killing and violence

The only decent movie based on the notorious serial killer John W. Gacy is the first one, To Catch a Killer, a TV movie (1994) starring Brian Dennehy. This one (2010), starring a bunch of nobodies, is a fuckshite.

A family walks into a talent agent's office

It's just really a discussion about who can come up with the most foul-mouthed, vile and vulgar Aristocrats joke. And various comedians deliver and some - Bob Saget, Billy Connelly, Robin Williams, Sarah Silverman, Cartman (from South Park), Kevin Pollak, Doug Stanhope - are really funny. 

Riding the crucifix

I've read Swedish thrillers before, but this one reads more like serial killer stories written the other side of the Atlantic. Arne Dahl (pseudonym of Jan Arnald) challenges his peers Michael Connelly, Thomas Harris and Jeffery Deaver et al. quite easily, but the debut - Ont Blod - flip flops somewhat somehow somewhere.

Dear Ndugu

Not entirely flawless, but an enjoyable enough a movie dangling between dark comedy and bittersweet drama with phenomenal Jack Nicholson as a battered retiree and widower.