Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Glory Hole, Stockport
Tetrospettive - Where the Wild Things Are
What the fuck.
The tale unfolds in question as well: the protagonist is an evil dwarf of about ten years, incontinent and rude (in every sense, I suppose, but mainly in terms of character).
Side note: name of the boy, Max-boy actor's name: Max we were not even working on low budget, you guys! But I digress. We said: evil dwarf before puberty. He
, say, the first whimper because her older sister and her friends did not have to shit then when the Zompa on toppling his miserable (and foul) built an igloo in the garden, gives go crazy, literally. Obviously, it's stupid at least two of the three little pigs (build better, idiot!). Then he treacherously
prevents the single mother to get a nice dose of carnal love with a handsome young man coming to bite the poor woman - and attracting our suspicions of rampant rabies.
Not content with this, it gives the bush at night, and seizes a boat, new Soldini, crossed the sea to get to a mysterious island. Population: a small herd of mostroni vaguely anthropomorphic sort of Egyptian gods of the poor (heads and limbs of bear and bull gallinaceous are wasted).
They are going through a crisis. It appears that a companies based on total anarchy and lack of dialectics ("this gap, this one the Great") and sberloni give it up at random is not functional. Who would have thought.
The wild creatures in question do not realize, unfortunately, the initial purpose of the evil pygmy crunch, even drunk his history of being a powerful wizard and elect their own king (though it could take a political metaphor, I suppose). Under the guidance
dell'imberbe the demented beasts enjoy a few days of fun and unjustified confidence in the future - and the illiterate are also believes a cool, after each one. Predictably, everything ends badly - and it is only with the help of the digestive system one of the female animals (within which lies literally) that our piscialletto is saved from a grim end that well-deserved.
highlights: •
the "beast good" brings the protagonist to meet his two new best friends, born a couple of owls stunned that she "draws" with blows of stones knocking down big beautiful and clean ballistic trajectory;
• the beast cock "can be seen tearing his arm from the bully of the group, complains but only briefly, then replaces the lost limb with a prosthesis of luck: a branch chosen at random - and then they also do the heavy lifting, the infamous! If you really
wants to make something good of this mess, here's the moral: educate your children, for God's sake!
PS: unfortunately, at the end of the puberty age back home intact. It is also welcomed back by the poor mother. Hopefully in a little 'healthy reformatory, to follow. Beasts, however, is not given to know the end. We would therefore suggest to the proper authorities of the two options certainly more reasonable:
1. napalm all, more than third world cheap;
2. trapped and then take in a meal of biologists for some unscrupulous' vivisection hard - then we see if they learn good manners with an electrode in the skull (they are generous).
Ray Stantz
There once was a young filmmaker named Spike Jonze. He apparently was a great inventor, a visionary - his stories and his pictures were seizing and surprised (and revived John Malkovich!). It happened for a 'that so Spike decided to stop creating and amaze, and instead of selling to a major, bending down to make adjustments to be popular (he says that he has also given public reading the ubiquitous Obama) children's books. What the fuck.
The tale unfolds in question as well: the protagonist is an evil dwarf of about ten years, incontinent and rude (in every sense, I suppose, but mainly in terms of character).
Side note: name of the boy, Max-boy actor's name: Max we were not even working on low budget, you guys! But I digress. We said: evil dwarf before puberty. He
, say, the first whimper because her older sister and her friends did not have to shit then when the Zompa on toppling his miserable (and foul) built an igloo in the garden, gives go crazy, literally. Obviously, it's stupid at least two of the three little pigs (build better, idiot!). Then he treacherously
prevents the single mother to get a nice dose of carnal love with a handsome young man coming to bite the poor woman - and attracting our suspicions of rampant rabies.
Not content with this, it gives the bush at night, and seizes a boat, new Soldini, crossed the sea to get to a mysterious island. Population: a small herd of mostroni vaguely anthropomorphic sort of Egyptian gods of the poor (heads and limbs of bear and bull gallinaceous are wasted).
They are going through a crisis. It appears that a companies based on total anarchy and lack of dialectics ("this gap, this one the Great") and sberloni give it up at random is not functional. Who would have thought.
The wild creatures in question do not realize, unfortunately, the initial purpose of the evil pygmy crunch, even drunk his history of being a powerful wizard and elect their own king (though it could take a political metaphor, I suppose). Under the guidance
dell'imberbe the demented beasts enjoy a few days of fun and unjustified confidence in the future - and the illiterate are also believes a cool, after each one. Predictably, everything ends badly - and it is only with the help of the digestive system one of the female animals (within which lies literally) that our piscialletto is saved from a grim end that well-deserved.
highlights: •
the "beast good" brings the protagonist to meet his two new best friends, born a couple of owls stunned that she "draws" with blows of stones knocking down big beautiful and clean ballistic trajectory;
• the beast cock "can be seen tearing his arm from the bully of the group, complains but only briefly, then replaces the lost limb with a prosthesis of luck: a branch chosen at random - and then they also do the heavy lifting, the infamous! If you really
wants to make something good of this mess, here's the moral: educate your children, for God's sake!
PS: unfortunately, at the end of the puberty age back home intact. It is also welcomed back by the poor mother. Hopefully in a little 'healthy reformatory, to follow. Beasts, however, is not given to know the end. We would therefore suggest to the proper authorities of the two options certainly more reasonable:
1. napalm all, more than third world cheap;
2. trapped and then take in a meal of biologists for some unscrupulous' vivisection hard - then we see if they learn good manners with an electrode in the skull (they are generous).
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Bottomless Scene Harold
The Box (Tony Darko and children)
Ray Stantz
The
I moved abroad has slowed not just mine, already known to syncopated vein reviewers. They are not, to be honest, the reasons for seeing movies & review of poor quality. But, passing a few days at home, meet me here is the opportunity, temptation, Goduria: a pretentious filmaccio suck and spit in the grim summer heat. Oh, joy!
Ray Stantz
I moved abroad has slowed not just mine, already known to syncopated vein reviewers. They are not, to be honest, the reasons for seeing movies & review of poor quality. But, passing a few days at home, meet me here is the opportunity, temptation, Goduria: a pretentious filmaccio suck and spit in the grim summer heat. Oh, joy!
roam by car from my colleague exposure to air conditioning and then subtract the poker games to go and face the final stunt of the writer / director of Donnie Darko: The Box. Come up with automatic review, and Hamlet-like doubts. Via the dances.
Richard Kelly, believing a phenomenon after producing the film on adolescence psychotic who takes orders from a satanic oversize bunny and travels up and down time, he launches into the more metaphysical nonsense in this last work: the move ' clock back a decade (we're in '70, as the protagonist's criminal complaint clothing), carries a piece of the original cast (Holmes Osborne, in what was the father of Donnie Darko and remembered for the legendary joke "I vote Dukakis), wants the extra stars in the cast, fellow human morality with probes to Mars and assorted deformity, is taken seriously so frankly nauseating.
Motor another guy, an employee of NASA (Frank Langella, which gives a strange crater on the face: I mean, just a hole in the cheek through which you see the teeth, and it is unfortunate that refuses the drink that is offered in opening, would be laughable), I was struck by lightning. Dies (trivial, I know), but after an hour or so, back to life (already more innovative). And, he says, is now "in touch with those who control the lightning." Oh well, to be returned from the dead losing out half his face and sanity would not be excessive and damage. Instead you find that has paranormal powers, including the most impressive seems to be the ability to build a wooden box empty and place a red button at the top, packing the whole, and delivered the box (the package, let's say) to a pre-dawn hours of unsuspecting citizens. So, instead of putting his superpowers to good use in the real estate branch (I know, Tony Darko & Sons, Removals, was not bad), decides to put some people at random in front of a moral choice extreme torture them forever if fail his test, threaten to extinguish life on earth if his "employers" are not happy, etc etc etc. The usual story. Clearly, the Agency for National Security manforte decides to give him (and how you're wrong?). The moral of this moralistic story is going on mince, and in case any doubts remain, we are slammed in the face by a man around the said hole (Langella with his face pierced by lightning, I say): "Unless you kill each of you pass the test." The peak depth is served.
Unfortunately, the film is much longer than my review, tap subirsi healthy Oretta between two jumps of the script (or assembly, or both), variously exhibited deformity, epistaxis (nosebleeds, for the less prone to medical jargon) abundant and frequent shots and tracking shots of a small textbook director DIY.
doubts remain, some of which deserve to be explained: why
• this director is obsessed with aquatic forms, type in the Vermona Darko and "portals" here? •
because Langella, with superpowers and "regeneration 10 times faster than normal" was not plugged the hole in the face? •
who killed Laura Palmer? (Which has nothing to do shit but Lynch had little more idea what he was saying, guaranteed)
• Most importantly, because the face of Cameron Diaz has become a rubber mask and inexpressive? It is too much botox and syringe? He pulled the nose up too? He wondered which still unexplained reason, the conduct had on the set?
Mysteries, in fact, insolvent.
Richard Kelly, believing a phenomenon after producing the film on adolescence psychotic who takes orders from a satanic oversize bunny and travels up and down time, he launches into the more metaphysical nonsense in this last work: the move ' clock back a decade (we're in '70, as the protagonist's criminal complaint clothing), carries a piece of the original cast (Holmes Osborne, in what was the father of Donnie Darko and remembered for the legendary joke "I vote Dukakis), wants the extra stars in the cast, fellow human morality with probes to Mars and assorted deformity, is taken seriously so frankly nauseating.
Motor another guy, an employee of NASA (Frank Langella, which gives a strange crater on the face: I mean, just a hole in the cheek through which you see the teeth, and it is unfortunate that refuses the drink that is offered in opening, would be laughable), I was struck by lightning. Dies (trivial, I know), but after an hour or so, back to life (already more innovative). And, he says, is now "in touch with those who control the lightning." Oh well, to be returned from the dead losing out half his face and sanity would not be excessive and damage. Instead you find that has paranormal powers, including the most impressive seems to be the ability to build a wooden box empty and place a red button at the top, packing the whole, and delivered the box (the package, let's say) to a pre-dawn hours of unsuspecting citizens. So, instead of putting his superpowers to good use in the real estate branch (I know, Tony Darko & Sons, Removals, was not bad), decides to put some people at random in front of a moral choice extreme torture them forever if fail his test, threaten to extinguish life on earth if his "employers" are not happy, etc etc etc. The usual story. Clearly, the Agency for National Security manforte decides to give him (and how you're wrong?). The moral of this moralistic story is going on mince, and in case any doubts remain, we are slammed in the face by a man around the said hole (Langella with his face pierced by lightning, I say): "Unless you kill each of you pass the test." The peak depth is served.
Unfortunately, the film is much longer than my review, tap subirsi healthy Oretta between two jumps of the script (or assembly, or both), variously exhibited deformity, epistaxis (nosebleeds, for the less prone to medical jargon) abundant and frequent shots and tracking shots of a small textbook director DIY.
doubts remain, some of which deserve to be explained: why
• this director is obsessed with aquatic forms, type in the Vermona Darko and "portals" here? •
because Langella, with superpowers and "regeneration 10 times faster than normal" was not plugged the hole in the face? •
who killed Laura Palmer? (Which has nothing to do shit but Lynch had little more idea what he was saying, guaranteed)
• Most importantly, because the face of Cameron Diaz has become a rubber mask and inexpressive? It is too much botox and syringe? He pulled the nose up too? He wondered which still unexplained reason, the conduct had on the set?
Mysteries, in fact, insolvent.
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