A fair amount of time has passed since I saw Kong: Skull Island but considering the fact that I pretty much hated the movie, I figured I should get all that hate out of me before it festers and eats me up alive. It’s not healthy to keep bad thoughts inside for long, and therefore, my very late and not relevant review of this movie. Delivered to you from somebody who hardly remembers anything about the movie, yet wants to share her thoughts about it – it feels like the right thing to do.
At no point before, during nor after, did I think anything about the xXx: Return of Xander Cage was a good idea. Me going to see it was simply an act of spontaneous Monday evening plans and nothing else being on screen that I hadn’t seen (or my flatmate hadn’t seen). It was a fluke and every fibre of my being regrets everything about that day and this stupid ass movie.
Please take into consideration the fact that the word hate might be too strong, but for the lack of a better reason, I really like it for the post title.
For a while, I was actually a bit hesitant to post about Quentin Tarantino’s latest cinematic experience. His eight movie, cleverly titled as The Hateful Eight, is a western that has elements of Tarantino’s earlier works but mostly it just falls short to be one of his better ones.
Watch out for spoilers.
Going to see Avengers: Age of Ultron was a world wide event – everybody went, you went, your mom went (probably), your best friend went, your best friend’s friend went to see it twice and yet, I would say it might not have been worth it. Sure, there were great moments here and there but as a whole the second Avengers lacked the upmh (it’s a technical term!) it needed.
Be aware of spoiling yourself!
The British have had claim over dashing spy men ever since James Bond started wooing women’s panties off and now they have introduced a new breed of men, Kingsmen. They are, for the lack of a better word, modern knights, who also like to drink martinis and have butt sex with blonds!