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Written on: Saturday, May 23, 2009
I went to watch Wolverine again, just now, this time with my family. I can quite confidently announce to the whole wide wonderful wheee water wildlife woke world that I've memorized the entire script, and can do a one man re-enactment of the film, but check this: in two thirds the duration of the film! Ain't that just hungry!Time: 2:00 AM Now, you can read about peoples' complaints about the lousy CGI and cameos and stuff elsewhere; what needs to be said has been said, I won't be an extra (cheese on my burger please). (I'm getting lamer, I know, God please help me) Shit I just stretched and my whole bloody elbow gave a mighty crack; I'll talk more about my cracks later, seriously. I'll just say the good stuff, cos you can never get enough of something good, whatever your approximation of good is (sound familiar?). Firstly, you know I have to say again that Hugh Jackman's body is da bomb in this movie. Whole lotta respect for him, especially since he has sharp-as-hell claws. His acting was definitely good; so were Liev Schreiber (Creed. Damn style sial), Danny Huston (Stryker. Seriously made me wanna smash his face in), Lynn Collins (Logan's wife, who in my opinion, gets hotter the more you look at her), Taylor Kitsch (Gambit, who was severely underused), Ryan Reynolds (Wade Wilson. Hey, double aliteration!), Will i Am (John Wraith), and Troye Sivan (young Logan) and Michael James-Olsen (young Creed). It may seem like an overly long list, but it is in my opinion that these actors did a good job in their roles (this includes working with whatever support that was lacking), or have much potential. Though now I'm starting to think twice about the short appearances; while it left us craving for more, it certainly was highly amusing to see well-known comicbook heroes portrayed on the big screen. And it certainly opens up many more possibilities for the future, though risking being a constraint assuming further productions may be forced to consider deviating from the old movie's (this movie's) interpretation. Yes that was an unnecessarily long sentence. This won't turn into a review; not my kinda thing, especially at this time of the night (2.19 am, makkkk). Though I must express my severe dismay upon watching the same ending after waiting out the credits. I got the lame ending; lame, why? Because you don't get to see someone feeling for his freaking decapitated head THAT'S WHY! Eh and all you people complaining about Deadpool's sealed mouth, shut up. Haha the irony. In that secret ending, his mouth is opened. HE CAN TALK AGAIN. Yeah the merc with the mouth blah blah blah. I'm now (was, rather) reading a remotely interesting article; I can't remember the big words used so I'll just say its got to do with monkeys. Here, take a look if you give a shit. Oh and the cracking! This is gonna be totally good for nothing in your life, so you might just wanna get out of my blog now hahaha. Though that voice in you wants to keep reading (I planted that voice there, that voice is me) (that could also imply that I watch you sleep at night! LOL how warped is that). Okay anyway about cracking; it was somwhere mid-last year that my chest occasionally cracked (sounds more muffled than when you crack your knuckles) especially when I kinda stretched out during squats and deadlifts. And soon it became a part of my life; now I can crack by just reaching for the sky, and there's a subtle satisfaction in hearing that noise. Being delusional, it gives me the impression that I'm growing, my chest is expanding and I'll then be satisfied with my gymming. For around five seconds, that is. But just the other day, I found it nearly impossible to crack my chest. And though when it first started happening I was worried, I felt the same way when I couldn't do it! This set me thinking about a whole lot of things, which I have neither the energy nor patience to share with you, dear reader. But I'm happy to announce that its been cracking away as per normal, and I'm once again dancing along the boundary of satisfaction. Which brings me full circle to the initial thought that spurred an internal debate not too long ago: should I proceed to rest my severly sleep-deprived being or do whatever it is I can do if I don't? I had lofty plans of going to sleep at 10/12 but it looks like my plans have failed as usual (its 2:32 now). Is there any point in staying up, anyway? Ok I will, I must try to reverse the shitty effects of screwing up your body clock. Kids, remember now: never screw up your body clock like Uncle Fawaz did. Its bad for you, and it makes you a stran- AAAHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME! OK I DIDN'T MEAN IT! YES YES I WILL NEVER COME HOME LATE AGAI- AAAAHHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING NONE OF THIS IS MAKING ANY SENCE GET LOSTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! I will leave you with something I came up with. The 'voices in my head' thing is getting waaay too old... ... so say the voices in my head. I need lotsa shuteye, its so weird I established this undeniable fact 5 hours ago. |
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