For as long as I can remember, the Star Wars trilogy (the original three) have been some of my favourite movies. Although never strictly the nerdish type, I can remember spending weekends just watching all three, since in my world, trilogy watching means watching all three movies.
Then the trilogy of prequels came out. Now, I’m not a die-hard über fan who can speak Chewbacca or whatever, but even I, at the young age of about 15, was incredibly disappointed with these movies. I can’t say if it was the bad acting, the shitty script-writing, or the stupid characters, but I hated it. Hated. As in, I saw them once and refused to ever watch them again.
And now we’re a little less than two months away from the start of a third trilogy, and I’m beyond excited. I was skeptical at first, and I still am a little, but the closer the date gets, the more excited I get!!
I love action movies. I love fight scenes, and explosions, and cool-looking effect. And I love the hot guys that usually star in those, too. I find that when you have all of those things together, with not a lot of gore (I am still a girl, you know), it makes for a really awesome movie.
“Immortals” seemed to me like it would fit all of these requirements. There were hot guys aplenty (Henry Cavill, Stephen Dorff, Kellan Lutz, Luke Evans), hot girls (Freida Pinto and the Oracle attendants), fights, and incredible visuals.
But overall, I kinda wish I’d had my two hours back.
I like to think I’m pretty good at following movies, even where there is some complexity to them. But for some reason, I spent the first half hour or so of this movie feeling like I’d missed the previous episode. I’m not sure why, it’s not like the plot is overly complicated. Maybe I just didn’t care enough?? Either way, I felt lost. I had to keep clarifying things and I’m sure I was driving my bf crazy with questions.
I’m a big fan of the horror movie genre. I like creepy, dark, suspenseful horror, especially if there are ghosts involved. I love movies that keep me on the edge of my seat and make me jump and scream. I like it when I feel the need to hide behind my boyfriend, as if that will save the character on-screen. I love watching them in the right setting: dark room, surround sound, and no outside noise.
Yesterday I went to see “The Woman In Black,” starring Daniel Radcliffe. I was honestly expecting to watch it and think about Harry Potter. After thinking about it for 5 seconds, the movie drew me in enough to forget his multi-billion dollar claim to fame.
It was a surprisingly good movie. The ending is a little iffy, but otherwise, it’s pretty good. I spend half the movie hiding behind my hand or my boyfriend, and the other half chewing on my nails and wishing he (Daniel Radcliffe) could hear me telling him something was a bad plan. And man, did I jump. Even when I knew the shock was coming, I still jumped. I love movies that will honestly scare me from beginning to end.
So I decided to have myself a little movie night last night. I watched two movies I’d seen before, and then I decided that I wanted to watch something different. So off I went to Netflix, and I picked one of the new-ish ones on there that sounded interesting to me. So I ended up watching a movie called “The Stoning of Soraya M.”
Now, this may seem like common sense just by reading the title, but it honestly never crossed my mind that this movie wouldn’t have a happy ending. Maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention??
In any case, I watched it.
Now, this movie is in no way the best ever made, or the most violent or gory, or the most anything, really. But it really got to me. I didn’t expect to cry through the last 15 minutes. Once I got into it, it was obvious how it would end, and still I prayed and hoped that it could be different.