Booksmart is just. . .so good throughout. Until I started writing this, I didn’t even consider there were flaws, but now that I think about it. . .none seem important. It was exhilarating, life-affirming, clever, fun, important. . .non-stop excitement in the cinema.
It all began with the title sequence. They just got straight to it. I guess nobody’s forced me to binge-re-watch Marvel films instead of exploring new stories that are told in different ways, but I was instantly taken with how Olivia Wilde seemed to come to life & grab me by my jacket & throw me on my seat. Quiet, and focus now.
I wanted to talk about Two and a Half Men. The early seasons of that show have circled back to me, specifically through my housemate’s readily available Amazon Prime subscription, and my refusal to do any revision work outside working hours if I can help it. I’m not in the mood to start anything new, so my first ever favourite TV show will do. I learned English from watching Two and a Half Men. I learned everything I know about relationships (explains a lot, I think) from it. The early seasons are so wholesome–I’m up to season 3.
I have two all-time favourite episodes, and one is 3×12 That Special Tug. I couldn’t remember the plot straight off the bat, but I could remember what the next scene was throughout. No surprises there, I guess. Kind of comforting. If you’re not familiar either: it’s the episode where we meet Jane Lynch as Charlie’s psychiatrist. It’s set in flashbacks from an eventful weekend: Charlie and Alan go to the cinema, Alan has a few breakdowns; they go check on a 13-year-old Jake at his sleepover, and Alan has another breakdown as his child ‘hates him’ (lil dramatic), and. . .so the story goes.
Hello, friends. Inspired by Often Off Topic, and the fact that I’ve kept a film log for the past month, I decided to write about the stuff I’ve watched recently. I spent most of April knee-deep in dissertation work (52 pages and 196 footnotes later, it feels like a dream now), and then the end of the month in my usual post-hand-in melancholia. I’ve been self-medicating by watching an inhuman amount of Marvel stuff.
I'm back to blogging after a two-year hiatus to focus on my studies. I didn't have Netflix for the first 17 years of my life, so I'm now eagerly catching up. I don't do drugs, but I do enjoy my films with a cold can of Coke. More about me.
It's the fantastic taste of Coke… but there's more. You'd drink this film until the end of times.
Great taste, fizzy and thoroughly enjoyable. Awesome!
It was good. Sure, it was good. But I thought it would be so much better.
I could have lived all my life without knowing this exists. Minimal kick.
Just like Diet Coke, this film was fake and horrible. Truly absymal to the point where it's insulting.