Must be funny

This was an interesting real-time heist book, granted. But I still don’t know what to make of it. This Swedish guy - Anders Adali who is out of prison already - reveals his plan and execution as he and few others robbed 1,5 million Euros from The Bank of Finland in Turku in 2007. The money is still missing and now he makes more money writing books and appearing on television shows. That doesn’t sound right, now does it? Even the famous author Jens Lapidus and the famours lawyer Björn Hurtig (the Julian Assange case etc.) are starstruck by writing the foreword and epilogue. Only in Sweden. Different breed, them. It also annoyed my to hell and back when Adali criticized Finnish food and manners, and how Finland is close to a third world country compared to the magnificent Sweden. Yeah, right, a nation who sing their hearts out during Midsummer, who eat rotten fucking fish and worship king and all those sad little princesses has every right complaining about others. You Solsidan-watching motherfuckers.

Brakes are death

What do you know, an "action thriller" of bike messenger boys and girls in New York. Don't know about the others, but it really annoyed me that it was so easy to spot where Joseph Gordon-Lewis cycled against green screen and not the actual streets (the bike cast no shadows or reflections). I sometimes stuck staring and finding these things, and I eventually hate everything I see. Well, it was a shit movie anyways.

Banter like a motherfucker

The previous novel (Beat The Reaper) was a breath of fresh air to the books I had been reading recently. It was pretty cool and funky stuff. This is pretty much the same. It ain’t overly literary, but what the hell, it made me laugh.

Not economically viable

Lost none of its appeal. Michael Douglas does wonders portraying a character that is cool and sadistic and quite funny and loveable at the same time. In fact, one of the most memorable characters in movie history. And Robert Duvall is his usual cool self, his performance - like always - looks so easy. Great work all around.

Mud, gravel, and puddles

I watched the series. Once again. And took the book for a ride. Charley and Ewan speak their mind and there's lots of material that’s left off the show. Must read.

Forever, amen, till the end of time, yeah

I quite don't have an opinion on it, but some might say that in 1996, with the classic line-up, the band was at their very best and entertaining. Loverman, The Mercy Seat, The Weeping Song, Jack The Ripper, Where The Wild Roses Grow etcetera. Performed with utter coolness.

Life. So long.

Basically, you just follow a person die for two hours. Yes, I know it's a movie, but it doesn't make it more interesting. Cineophiles probably had a wank, but I contemplated of fast forwarding it to quicken the process.

The drumming of hooves

Maybe it ain't fair - even though it's quite fucking accurate - but all the time watching this I thought of Hollywood and its stars ruining a perfectly good Spanish horror movie.

Only the silent survive

Took me by a surprise for a number of reasons. Firstly, I had not seen it before and I thought I had seen all the war movies worth the salt. And this one is a fucking scorcher, a story of seldomly talked about war in Cambodia in the seventies. Pol Pot fucking mass genocides all that shite.

Not with a bang but a whimper

I have always liked Derren Brown's shows and quite possibly this one is the coolest one yet. Sort of Walking Dead therapy and pretty expensive looking candid camera.

Beneath the cold earth

Yikes. Fucken embarrassing. This is so overly shitty that it's textbook stuff.

Alcohol after seven

Dunno. The chemistry between the leads - Ewan McGregor and Emily Blunt - is not there, it all reeks of fucking acting. Decent semi-romantic drama, a few stupidities thrown in for good measure.

Grave robbers from outer space

I've seen the original a few times, once dubbed live in weird western Finnish dialect (+ music), and now for the first time in color. Yes, does not make a difference. As bad as it ever was.

Not a cripple left

It probably ain't fair, but to put it short, it's quite like Roman Polanski's Carnage: an apartment of few people talking their hearts out. Is it better or not, don't know, don't think so.

Kitschy references

There are so many things wrong in this picture. As for the plot is concerned, it's gnawing the old kidnapping bone. But this is a Nicolas Cage film, so all is forgiven.

Perched as spirits, not beasts.

Joaquin Phoenix and Philip Seymour Hoffman were fantastic. They should have won all the fucking awards. Without those two people, this movie would have been if not horrible but totally indifferent.