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Anybody remember 2011?   You should.   It was last year.   It shouldn’t be entirely forgotten yet.   It’s not like it’s 2010, the year of...what happened in 2010?   It doesn’t matter.   We’re remembering 2011 right now.   Here is why I want you to remember last year.   I heard a certain phrase tossed about far too much during 2011 and I want to make sure we were just extrapolating things way out of hand.   The phrase was this: “This movie is the worst movie ever made.” I heard that phrase far too much last year.   Some examples include: “Battle: LA looked good, but it was actually the worst movie ever made,” “Sucker Punch is another Zack Snyder failure.   Except it’s more than that.   It’s the worst movie ever made,” “Taylor Lautner helped to make Abduction the worst movie ever made.”   Each time, the phrase was followed by something even worse.   “This is the end of cinema.” A bad movie is not the end of cinema,...

There is clearly something wrong with the guys I live with.   This isn’t necessarily new news to me.   The thing is, it has recently been pushed to the forefront once again.   We watched The Human Centipede last night.   It’s a movie I’d been meaning to watch for a while now.   I wanted to know what the fuss was.   These two housemates had seen The Human Centipede previously.   They found it to be a funny movie. How is this movie funny, I ask?   I have no answer for it myself.   The movie seemed funny in no way whatsoever.   These two guys laughed at the movie though.   There was nothing to laugh at in the movie.   At no point did it ask for a laugh.   At no point was there a reason to laugh.   It was a serious, morbid movie about people getting tortured.   Where do you find laughs in that?   Nowhere!   That’s where. This is nothing against The Human Centipede.   It wasn’t quite my thing, but ...

I don’t know when I realized that I like movies as much as I do.  It simply happened naturally.  It wasn’t a “This is an amazing movie and makes me love movies!” type of thing.  Movies grew on me.  That’s all it was.  When people ask other people what movie made them fall in love with movies, they always have answers.  I don’t.  It’s something that just kind of happened and there really is no solid point of it occurring. I can remember having always watched movies.  Even at a young age.  I know I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show when I was four.  No, it was not in a theater.  It was 1994.  I’m not sure why I saw it.  Actually, I am sure.  I was sleeping over at my cousin’s house and we woke up pretty early.  We were four.  We didn’t know the pleasure of sleeping in.  What are young children to do when they wake up early and the adults are still asleep?  Of course we put in a movie that we wouldn...

As can be seen in some of the sections of the blog, I’m already starting to plan for future marathon lineups for watching movies.   This will, of course, come after I’m done with this school term.   If you are reading this and don’t already know I will explain what I’m doing right now. Every once in a while I will do a marathon of movies.   I did three leading up to going back to school.   All the reviews, if you can call them that, of the movies are scattered throughout the blog.   They ranged from good movies to bad movies because I’m willing to watch pretty much anything.   I had fun going through movies that I’d both seen before and never seen.   It was an interesting thing, in my opinion.   I’m going to keep doing it in the future.   It also gives me an easy way to get some blog posts up without having to think of something to write. The first marathon was the Horror-Like Movie Marathon which kind of just happened because of my watc...

The weather has been pretty wacky around here lately.   If it were a person, it would be one of those people who stands in front of the cereal in the grocery store and spends twenty minutes trying to determine which box to take.   Will it rain?   Will it snow?   It is going to be warm?   How about cold?   There is no telling with this weather.   It’s like playing a game of Russian Roulette where the gun is filled with bullets but each bullet has different weather.   You don’t know what it’s going to be like when you step outside the front door in the morning. Today was no different.   After a warm sunny day Wednesday, today I woke up and walked out to a blowing snowstorm.   This is not what I expected.   I guess that I would have known if I ever checked the weather but I don’t.   I like a little bit of surprise.   I don’t need that surprise every single day.   Especially when the surprise is blowing snow that like...

I don’t know what it is.   This year, I’m not excited for the movies coming out.   At least, from what I know is coming out.   I want to be excited for a lot of them but I’m not.   Maybe as their release dates get closer, my excitement will rise.   Right now I don’t have the excitement.   I could give reasons why, but why would you want to read that?   Ha!   I’ll do it anyway.   I’m going to pick a few movies and try and come to terms with why I should be excited but am not. Let’s start with the easy one.   The Dark Knight Rises.   Everyone in the world seems to be head over heels excited for it.   By the world, I mean the internet, mind you.   They’re all going bonkers about how great it is, how Nolan is a genius, how much they like Tom Hardy and all that jazz.   There were set picture leaks, slow reveals, speculation galore, and everything you can think of.   I got sick of it.   There was too much over...