surety

Definitely, I say it with all the emphasis at my disposal with a stoic stance and hardened face that definitely I shan't be watching the new Fantastic Beasts. 

predation

Just saw the trailer for new Predator movie coming in September, simply called 'the predator' and I wonder what's the need even to keep ruining the best movie there ever was.
The only other movie other than that was Alien vs Predator AVP and they should be making good sequels to that but no.

yeah yeah

Against my better senses I watched a couple reviews for Pacific Rim and, well, it didn't get raving reviews but does that keep me from watching it?
I mean as a long time lover of anime and Mecha what with Robotech (my first ever anime that made me realize I get a hard-on for this stuff), Gundam, Ninja Robots and the like there can never be a time that I keep myself from watching massive mecha's.
I mean it's not transformers yet, though it might soon be, but then make it a point to watch transformers too.

also today in present

It's that glorious glorious weather again.
Sunny, breezy, pleasantly cool; curtains billowing into the house in balloon-like sheaths of white gauze, blowing in clean gusts of mild wind making you feel all's right with the world again.

The clouds are rolling dice with sudden shadows and abrupt sun, but all in good fun, since they're wispy and threadbare white, not too threatening and it feels just right

And me?
Oh, just another something snagged in the ever-flowing mundanity of a domestic weekend when laziness is the byword in celebration of jadedness.
What can you do save nothing?

In other news, I finally get to watch the 3rd installment of the planet of the apes. Yes, it finally released here and I'm not the one to miss any of it.

Hollywood hogwash

The collective grey cells in Hollywood must have orgasmed into an ingenious fountain of unsurpassable surprise at the very news of something as flabbergasting and decisively innovative as a new KING KONG movie. Wow! it's not every day that a new king kong movie comes into existence.

Who could've ever thought of making a movie about a gargantuan gorilla, flashing his angry teeth at white people, and finally falling in love with a fair haired maiden who resembles his kind the same way we resemble our last universal ancestor. 
Hollywood transcends its visionary boundaries with each new kong movie. It's a prolific feat of inconceivable originality, to resurrect the same script from moth eaten grotto's of Hollywood existence, and add in new lines of decipherable dialogues, complete with brand new quotation marks.
Don't be surprised if they've gone as far as adding a paragraph or two of philosophical ruminations, about how we as a species are ruining the natural habitat of peaceful far away creatures that want nothing to do with meddling human affairs; that it's abhorrent on our part to colonize, and terrorize and forcefully invade natural spaces of other existences.
If you aren't shedding a tear or two at their formulation of such massive behemoth's of original thinking, then you're a monster, much like King Kong, and you deserve only the worst kinds of death; slowly stewed and roasted in the juices of your own making, getting tortured, seated in a movie hall, popcorn in hand, watching the new Kong movie.

Fight club

Fight club is definitely one of those movies you can start watching from any scene and continue right to the end. 

I love its casting. The very moment this movie starts, you know it's going to be some crooked masterpiece. 

David Fincher doing what he does best, adding that gritty, grainy, blood soaked environment in dark shades and black hues. 

I like the crude unrefined neo-noir visor it has going on. 

 

I guess there's a time in your life when you totally relate to the emasculating feel that movie /book exudes. When you want to go berserk to some level and rebel against every nesting instinct you've known learnt and brought up to be a part of. 

It's funny but I always remember fight club when I'm at an Ikea store, when  I see each plate, mug, bed sheet and DIY furniture in this house is IKEA. 

(I think if I were Tyler, I'd rig my fridge and gas to imitate a small scale explosion) only my fridge would explode with a million groceries and few condiments. 

A little warning for precious irises

Just when you thought it's safe to turn on tv, you come across gems like these. That's really the name of the movie (top left) 

Of course it's South Indian, but even so. There's no excuse for this kind of nitwitted fuckery. 

Out of curiosity I watched some ten odd minutes of this feeble minded creation, and to say that I'd have happily endured an amateur lobotomy would be an understatement. ( I'd have gladly volunteered for one) 

The best/worst part was that the 'Godzilla' in question was actually a T-Rex. 

I'm not going to review this movie because it needs no reviewing, it doesn't even need watching, in fact it needs to be digitally erased from existence. 

This movie wouldn't be allowed to rot even in an animation landfill..it was so distressfully bad. 

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Talking of reviews: all these books read on good read and not a single review. Just splatter a few words, darling.