Everything at the same time

Stranger Things should have been a jumbled mess of everything. It’s an homage to a time long dead; it’s a teen show; it’s a horror show; it’s a drama; it’s a children’s show, it’s a paranormal show. By all intents and purposes, it should have been shit. Because it’s been more than I care to…

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Jason Bourne or David Webb?

Driving in a car. Matt Damon without a shirt. Fight. Anguished Matt Damon/flashback. JESUS CHRIST IT’S JULIA STILES. Computer mumbo jumbo. Fight. Fast walking. Some conversation. Driving in a car. Fight. Fast walking. Flashback. The Greek love Molotov cocktails. Computer mumbo jumbo. Fight. Matt Damon without a shirt. High speed chase. Fight. CIA is useless….

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Shape without form, shade without colour

I was considering writing something really profound and revealing. I’d reconsidered. I’m not very good at written honesty. It bugs the shit out of me. I wish I just could, you know, rip myself apart on a piece of paper or in a Word document. It’s an itch I cannot bring myself to scratch. I…

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I Cannot Bitch

Expect the unexpected is not exactly what comes to mind when you’re looking for a frivolous summer read. It most certainly is not something you expect to be applicable to a book titled Lord of Scoundrels with such a cover (urgh). And yet… Mind. Blown. My mind is also blown by the fact that my mind…

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Carry On, nothing to see here

Rainbow Rowell – Carry On (2016) You can tell Rainbow adores Simon, Baz, Penelope, Agatha… she truly loves them all. Makes you love them. The kink is, she doesn’t really love the plot. Rainbow just wanted to have some reason to put her beloved characters together, and she was forced to come up with a…

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Danger Will Robinson

The first thing Will Robinson does upon hearing these words? He reluctantly, but unmistakably walks towards Danger. Will does not want Danger, not really. He wants to be ensconced in the embrace of safety. Now I should write that I have often wondered what it was that pulls people towards danger, but I have not….

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Of Rakes and Romance

What are you doing? Are you really reading a book with rhyme in the title? Those were the two questions which still plague me, as I’m nearing the last page of Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake (oh yes, that IS the title). The answer to the second question (which is, obviously, yes) makes me…

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Would you look at that?

I liked the first Bourne movie. I liked it because I love Damon (that should be LOVE, but let’s be subtle and pretend that I am, in fact, objective). I liked it because seeing the sweet puppy-like Matt go around kicking serious ass was a sight to see. Matt Damon and the LOVE were not…

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What do you plan to do for the next couple of days?

Yes, this is a post in which the author (moi) will tell you how you should spend your free time in other to improve the quality of your life. I, however, will not list five things that you should do tomorrow to feel more energetic. I will not give you a map to a killer…

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Frowny Faces, Sparkly Eyes and Grey Stuff

The first movie I remember watching in the cinema is The Fisher King. It wasn’t a really sound decision my mother made when she decided to take my brother and me to see it. I had nightmares about the headless rider for years. Being a cinema-goer for 25 years I’ve pretty much seen it all….

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Oh, Joy!

I wasn’t exactly a social animal as I was growing up, meaning I’ve watched a lot of TV. At one point in my life I have become a real connoisseur of “true story” TV movies. A mother’s battle with illness. A wife’s battle with abusive husband. A girl’s struggle through multiple foster parents. A family’s…

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I did not weep for Charlie, I wept for myself

Flowers for Algernon, 1958 Daniel Keyes I knew what was coming. It was only a matter of time. Despite brief bursts of optimism, there was nothing to look forward to save hopelessness. Somewhere around page 220, my vision began to blur. Having reached page 238 I was sobbing desperately. Flowers for Algernon has left me…

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