Immortal Enemies

I feel bad about yesterday's tirade. I meant to come online to blog about the films I watched with my parents last night, but in the end it just turned into a pointless rant about how my ex-girlfriend supposedly ruined things for me for a while. Yeah, it was super-pretentious, and it's not really on. Sorry, reader.

Anyway, onto the films; The Shawshank Redemption and The Sixth Sense. The sublime, and the gorram ridiculous. In that order.

Shawshank is a classic, it goes without saying. Morgan Freeman is excellent in that film, and it's well-scripted and well-cast otherwise. Apparently it's based on a Stephen King short story, so I might have a quick look for that at some point. It's a really good film, and, more to the point, it's okay for a man to cry at that film.

The Sixth Sense, on the other hand, is a pile of wank. For two films that received high accolades and ratings, it's bloody weird that the latter is such a pile of tosh. Bad acting, an awful script, and it gets ruined for you the first time anyone lets slip the plot twist to you. In my opinion, one of the most awful films ever made, but I guess I'm not much of a filmy, so maybe I can't really be much of an effectual judge of these things. I thought it was crap, anyway.

I'm listening to Hatebreed. It's making me feel quite good about myself, despite being the most angry CD I own. Excellent stuff.