During the movie, Crystal (Betty Gilpin) tells Don the story of the turtle and the rabbit, but, in her version, the loser rabbit kills the turtle and his family in their home and eats their food, proud of his revenge. Isn’t it exactly what Crystal does in the movie?
I’ll be honest, I didn’t enjoy The Hunt much, until Betty Gilpin appears and saves the entire movie. She’s atypical and badass and she manages to get my sympathy enough to make me wanna see her survive.
I already liked her in Elementary and I hope to see her again in other movies.
I was 17 years-old when Smells like Teen Spirit came out. I had friends who were also into grunge music, we were spending all of our time together and we were going twice (sometimes even three times) a week to a bar that was filled with other grunge people, most of whom were playing in bands. We had goatees, we were wearing t-shirts of bands and flannel shirts and we were living around grunge music. We didn’t give a damn about much, all that mattered to us was to get drunk on loud music and to give the world the middle finger.
We were meeting new people all the time, at concerts, at bars, at parties, everywhere there was beer and music. My friends even bought a van and we were coming back from music festivals with more people than we came with.
https://youtu.be/6CBjJhDDunQ
Eventually, everything started to change… The essence of being grunge was to be alternative and, when everything started to turn commercial, most people moved on… Some of us got jobs, other moved on to electro music, the world changed again and, just as it came, the grunge era disappeared.
Even if alternative music still exists, the new sound is different. It’s hard to explain, but something simple and pure that belonged to that time is gone. The 90s had their very own soul, something that can’t ever be reproduced.
Inge, who’s from another part of Belgium, has lived the same experience. More than two decades later, we still both prefer our grunge playlist than the new alternative music.
I wanted to write a post about Star Trek: Picard, but I realized that my feelings toward the franchise are very close to my feelings towards music. That’s why I just rained my teenage nostalgia over you.
Before going any further, let me get this straight: TNG, Voyager and DS9 are the only real Star Trek to me. Some will agree, some will stop reading my blog, but that’s my ST world and no argument will change that.
Voyager controls are more “Star Trek”
Those three shows were simple, each episode was a little adventure in itself. It wasn’t overloaded with CGI or modern tricks to make the experience more futuristic. A simple crew, with an incredible alchemy, living simple adventures in space, that’s what Star Trek is and will always be to me.
Just as with grunge music, the world of Star Trek has lost its simplicity and, with it, all that made it a show that I could watch every Sunday evening until my last day.
Picard is a good science-fiction show but, even if I was very happy to see Seven of Nine, Riker and Troy back, it isn’t Star Trek to me.
I could continue my analogy but I think that you get my point. Modern days have brought many good things, but complicated scenarios in TV, sophisticated sounds in music and CGI overload in cinema came at the cost of simplicity. And, to me, it seems that we’ve lost more than we’ve won.
On the first of April 2000, I started working at my office. I had spent 2 years searching for a job in my hometown, without success. When I finally applied for jobs in Brussels, my employer (not sure I can disclose) contacted me for a one year contract. 20 years later, I still sit on the same chair.
The office has changed a lot in twenty years. At that time, people (me included) could still smoke while working. What a chocking sight it must be for nowadays folks to see a full ashtray beside the keyboard. By then, it was totally normal. There was only one computer for the entire office, no internet connection and no home-working. We had drinks every Friday afternoon and we were spending our lunchtimes at the pub next door.
A drink at the office, 17 years ago.
I spent my first salary on a colour printer and the first picture I printed was a picture of Björk. Only three months later, I was moving to my first place, which was more of a studio than an apartment, but I loved it. I lived there alone for two years, I was playing a lot of Counter-Strike and drinking a lot of beer.
The world has also changed much. Everybody has a smartphone now, when I started working I was the only one of my office to own a cel phone, a Nokia 5110. I was still renting movies on VHS, video clubs have long been replaced by streaming services. Not everyone had internet at home, now it has become a necessity.
In 20 years, I got married to my soulmate , I quit smoking and I almost don’t drink anymore. However, even if the world around me has changed a lot, I haven’t changed much. PC gaming is still my thing, I still watch a lot of TV and I’m still more interested by Reddit’s most popular posts than by the news (which I still don’t watch).
It feels like yesterday that I entered my office for the first time, nervous and dressed with the suit I had bought for the university exams. The song I was the most listening to was Bouga – Belsunce Breakdown and my head was filled clichés from Matrix. While I realised that I am not Neo (I swear), my head is still filled with the same cyber-dreams as it was before.
I wonder what the next 20 years will be filled with. By then, I’ll probably be getting close to retirement, if such there’s still such a thing and if the world still exists…
Movies like this are the reason why I keep blogging about horror flicks, while they are entertaining, I don’t really wanna watch them twice. I was convinced that I hadn’t seen this one, until half-way through…
The plot is simple: people invade houses and broadcast murders on internet.
Instead of focusing on making the invasion terrifying, Keep Watching is constantly interrupted by slow scenes, like family drama. It doesn’t only break the rhythm, it also removes a lot of the terror.
The movie isn’t bad, it even lets itself watch, like any average horror b-movie.
We’ve finally seen the end of the second season and all I have to say is that they don’t need to make a third one, not because it is bad, but because it is so good that I’d be afraid to see it being screwed up.
Alyssa and James fail at everything, but they do it in the best possible way. They’re pathetic and charming at the same time. I love the way James wants to do good but always ends up like a sad puppy who ran under a car, and the way Alyssa rolls her eyes and says “James” with her amazing accent.
So how do you seduce a girl that’s constantly bored and pissed off? You just take her on the road, in a stolen car, break in a house, kill a pervert, get shot at, pretend you’re dead, only to come back before her wedding with another guy, then take her back on the road again, until she finally admits that she loves you too, simple.
From Sasquatch to serial killers, our week-end lunchtimes are dedicated to documentaries. A few weeks ago, we watched the infamous show about the guy who went from killing kittens to killing people online.
The documentary is very well done, it unveils the entire story of an internet killer in a TV show fashion, building up a suspense that makes you wanna watch the next episode.
If you haven’t seen it yet, I really advise you to do so before reading what comes next, because it contains spoilers.
While there was a lot of WTF moments in the show, I couldn’t help but feeling sorry for Luka. He’s a pure product of modern society. Singled out from his youth, brainwashed by TV in a world where fame is all, his barriers between good and evil completely blurred out until he lived in a movie of his own.
On the other side, you have a bunch of no-lifers, thrill seekers who dedicated their time hunting him down. You see them crying when they watch Luka’s videos but they wake up in the middle of the night to watch them, out of a morbid curiosity that’s probably their only source of emotions.
I don’t know who is worse in the story, Luka because he armed pets and people or them because they enabled him.
Anyway, Luka went down, but he did it in style while the internet police only looked like lonely and sad people.
I remember going to the cinema with my mom to watch Rambo II… I was 11 and I loved that movie so much, it made me wanna be a soldier.
My mom had to drive me to an american army supply shop to buy military equipment. I was spending all my pocket money on survival knives and pellet rifles. Rambo was my hero and I wanted to be him (not sure why I use the past tense here).
With the years passing, I got out of the badass soldier trip (and moved on to science-fiction). I don’t remember much about the third movie and I have never seen the fourth.
Probably because of all the COD Warzone I’ve been playing lately, I got in the mood for a Rambo movie. So, last Sunday, we watched Last Blood.
We loved it. In fact, it’s probably been one of our best evening of 2020. Stallone remains the original action hero: attaching, damaged and ruthless. The movie surprised us with a few scenes of ultra violence followed by an ultimate vengance rampage. I enjoyed every minute and found myself on the border of my coach screaming “go get them, John!”.
This final chapter is an amazing way to end the serie (if it’s really the end, you never know with Hollywood).
I’ll end this post with my favourite quote:
“I’ve lived in a world of death. I’ve watched people I’ve loved die. Some fast with a bullet, some not enough left to bury. All these years I’ve kept my secrets, but the time has come to face my past. And if they come looking for me, they will welcome death.”
If I had access to a suit that makes me invisible, the last thing that would come to my mind would be to ruin the life of an ex-wife.
I haven’t seen the original movie, but it was probably better. This one would never inspire a remake.
It isn’t bad but it isn’t good either. You watch it, you go to bed and you forget it. It was actually pretty hard to write something about it and I’m glad it is done.
A rookie cop has to spend her very first shift guarding an abandoned precinct during the last night before it gets decommissioned… And guess what: it is haunted!
While the pitch isn’t really surprising, the movie manages to build a tension right from the start. You can’t help yourself but to think that you would get the hell out of there or, at least, wait the morning in your car.
Unfortunately, during the second half of the movie, the scenario becomes too heavy. They shouldn’t have tried so hard to explained what was behind the haunting as to keep the tension going.
It isn’t a bad movie, and it has enough creepy moments to keep you awake, but it could have been much better if they would have kept the momentum of the first 40 minutes going.
I’m not gonna spoil it, but let me give you some piece of advice: if your new in-laws want to play table-top games with you during your wedding night, politely decline!
I don’t know if it’s because of Samara Weaving playing in both movies, but if I would have to place this movie on a shelf, I’d put it right beside The Babysitter. They both entertained me in the same light and well paced way, they also are both ideal for a Saturday evening (which is my time of choice for horror).
