I have been looking forward to this film for a long time (though not as long as Ryan Reynolds has).
I love Deadpool. He was my introduction to comic books and he’s just awesome. His humour, creativity, mercenary skills, R-rating, general quirkiness, and deep seated self-hatred all come together to create the perfect Mary Sue for everyone to love. Any shortcomings are overlooked because he can, has, and will break the fourth wall, making him interesting on a whole other level. He’s like Batman but with less money and more personality.
Disclaimer: The movie I just saw had a lot of swearing in it, so you can rest assured this post will, too.
Well I’m scared to shit.
I’m twenty-one years old. I still haven’t completed my university degree. My subject of study is freakin’ Creative Writing. I know fuck-all about Wall Street. So keep that in mind when reading what I’m about to say about The Big Short.
I actually finished this book the day I posted the book review for The Wrath and The Dawn, but I thought having two book reviews in a row would be a bit much, especially since the last one before that was in April. I got these two books for Christmas and I didn’t want to bring them on the plane back to uni, so I finished them right away.
The Wrath & The Dawn by Renée Ahdieh. No spoilers.
Sometimes I forget how important it is for a writer to read. It’s been a while since my last book review. It’s been a while since my last book. But diving into The Wrath & The Dawn was like riding a bike, and I finished it this morning*, having started on Christmas Eve.
Ah, look. WordPress has just wished me a Happy Anniversary because I signed up with them one year ago. My counter is showing 1 hour to go before it’s been a year to the day this blog first went up. When I post this it’ll probably be up. But I’ll talk more about that another time.
Even though it’s technically Sunday, I will be writing as if it’s still yesterday.
Today, I have something to write about. I took no pictures, but I actually did something besides sit in the library and write (which feels like all I’m doing these days and unfortunately not much of that writing is for this blog).
I don’t know what I expected when I sat down in the movie theatre, but The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (Directed by Guy Ritchie) delivered something great. The film is set in the 1960s in the midst of the Cold War and follows a Russian and American spy with an amusing rivalry who are forced to work together and a bright British mechanic who’s father the spies are trying to get to.
No Spoilers. Sort of. I don't think there are, anyway. Not what I would categorize as spoilers, at least.
I’ve finally seen Mad Max: Fury Road.
The film hit the ground running and sprinted towards the credits. There’s barely a moment when you aren’t holding onto something: your face, your chair, your stomach, your breath. This was an action film of epic proportions.
Well, that was a thrilling exit from the series by writer and director Joss Whedon. It was great. It even passed the Bechdel test (I think?) and had a decent amount of diversity (by Hollywood’s standards, so don’t get too hopeful).