Two trashy movies.
And i only loved one of them.
Guess which one.
Battleship, of course.
Tim Riggins and transformer bath toys?
What's not to love.
As i've said before, i'll forgive Taylor Kitsch anything, but this Summer has not been kind to him.
All appendages crossed that Savages brings him better luck in the filmic world.
Or Peter Berg could just resurrect Tim Riggins and give him his very own show.
I could live with that.
And then there was Lockout.
Oh dear.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Having never seen Escape From New York, shameful for a Kurt Russell loyalist, i didn't know that it was basically a poor man's version of the 80s cult classic.
That didn't do it any favours, however.
How do you take Peter Stormare and make him less than thrilling to watch?
You put him in space with bad dialogue, it would seem.
It could have been so much fun.
Guy Pearce being funny?
And nailing it?
Who knew.
He had Stormare's issue though.
Had he been given better dialogue, i'm pretty sure he could have been up there with the quipping, action hero greats.
Shame.
However, one element was sheer perfection.
Joseph Gilgun, you brought to mind the psychotic, twitching rantings of Robert Carlyle and Gary Oldman.
Be you Woody, Rudy Wade or even this crackpot, Hydell, i shall follow you anywhere.
Well, until the inevitable and saddening demise of Misfits occurs, now that the loveable side of the cast has either moved on or got the sack.
Sad.
Tv writers hate me.
First there was Being Human.
Then Misfits.
And now Community!
How could you television gods?
Rant complete.
Now to deal with the agony that is my lower jaw.
Wisdom teeth are totems of evil, forged from the wreckage of hell, sent to wreak havoc on my gum line.
Dramatic?
Yes.
But it's sore.
Listening to : Last Days 'Run Home'
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