Not a rant... but a film review! (kind of)

Ok, this is not a rant, in fact this post will be a positive one for a change.

You know, I don't mind that there's like a fuckzillion of computer animated movies made every year, we've entered the Shrek Era some time ago and it doesn't look like it will end anytime soon. Some of these movies are entertaining (I mean ALL of them are supposed to have high entertainment value) but unfortunately most of them turns out to be generic and just meh to me. It seems inevitable with this many titles, the ideas and jokes just start to feel recycled and stale. Even one of my personal favorites, Madagascar (Dreamworks 2005) can give you a solid sense of deja vu once you've seen it's highly underrated peer, The Wild (Disney 2006) - or the other way round, depending on what you see first.. does this make sense or am I rumbling nonsense already?

Anyways, it's hard to impress me when it comes to mass produced animated motion pictures nowadays. But it happened. Yesterday [actually, it was like a month ago but I never had time to finish this post so I'm taking you back in time to that yesterday - whenever that was (can't remember)].

I'm still in shock mode. It just so happened that Tangled (Walt Disney Animation Studios 2010) was on TV and I was pretty bored. Ok, I was not really bored, I was just killing time instead of doing something, you know, useful. I even skipped the first 10 min or so, that's how low my expectations were. Oh, I couldn't have been more wrong.

source: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a8/Tangled_poster.jpg

This production turned out to be incredibly funny, hart-worming and entertaining. It's the story of Rapunzel, a girl blessed with magical hair that can never be cut (or they'll loose their power) and cursed with an overprotective mother that keeps her locked in a tower. But when puberty hits Rapunzel she decides to leave her home and armed with a frying pen she sets off to explore the world a bit - withe the not so willing help of a runaway criminal, Ryder Flynn. Now, the plot is obviously not original, it's the same old story of Rapunzel, huh? Well, maybe with a little twist. Watch it, I'm too lazy to say more. As far as other aspects of the movie...

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source: http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/4663/tangled2010mkvsnapshot0.jpg

First of all, the animation is pleasing, colorful and well made. The backgrounds are well designed and don't change that often, so you won't feel too disoriented as the movie progresses. I guess what I like most about this movie are the characters - and the fact that there isn't that many of them. I mean, diversity and all that, but sometimes there are just too many of those fuckers. But not here, we've got 4 leads, two of which are mute (a horse and a chameleon, so no wonder they're mute). And that's just enough. Moreover, they're voiced pretty well with Mandy Moore as Rapunzel and Zachary Levi (whoever he is) as Flynn Rider. The dialogs are funny and natural although... they sometimes sing... hate that, but that's why all remotes have that 'mute' button. Use it if you don't enjoy the singing cut scenes. Apart from that, the movie is lovely.

So all in all, highly recommended,  four stars! [don't blame me if you won't like it]

Dear Shop Assistant, go away...

Ah, shop assistants... Usually they're just what you need, helping you out with making a choice or finding an item. But sometimes I feel the urge to rip their heads off. Like today for instance, my friend and I wanted to check out an alternative for a Kindle device in a well-known electronics chain-store. We look at the merch, glance at the price feeling a bit disappointed, "I think I'll get a Kindle after all" I sigh, "But then you won't be able to read any other files than the Kindle format!" the shop assistant chimes in, "That's not true" we respond with my friend. You should see his baffled face. I hate it when people who should know such things talk bullshit, I hate it when they automatically think that I'm dumb and know jack about the thing I'm trying to buy... Once upon a time, I walked into a computer store, stopped in front of a shelf filled with audio accessories and heard a loud voice behind me "We carry those in pink and violet too!". Fuck you Mr. Red Shirt, fuck you right in the ass. Uh. Ok, I'm fine now.

A not so aggressive blog entry

Ahh.. Summer. The time of year when it's too freaking hot and everyone reeks of sunscreen and mosquito spray. Frankly, the only thing I enjoy about summer are vacation getaways. Yeah, I don't really function in high temperatures and my tolerance for sun is well, not so great. But even a grumpy old geek like my humble self can bare these inconveniences in proper surroundings. Namely - in the middle of nowhere. Which is where I am right now. I don't even mind other people (though given the choice I would kick them all out - and no, I'm not a sociopath, I just need some space to relax, that's all, ok?). So yeah, I'm currently doing nothing and enjoying it as much as I can. The only thing that's not so great about this place is my Internet connection. The reception here sucks big time (as I said, this is the middle of nowhere). It takes me about an hour to load one youtube video, not to mention like a Futurama episode, or worse, Damages or something of comparable duration. Well, you can't have everything, right?

And here is an absolutely irrelevant photo of the nowhere-land I'm staying at (which will be uploading for like forever):

Why do I need this blog?

Ok, so here is the deal. I'm frustrated (mostly with myself) and I'm tired of taking it out on other people. And I've recently came to the conclusion, that I spend too much time going through all those ridiculous situations that happen to me on a daily basis when I'm alone driving my car or when I'm just sitting somewhere doing something else.

Like today for instance, my fucking neighbors... God, why have you given that blond bimbo three kids knowing she is unable to raise them to be normal children? Did you not know they will turn into screaming, little monsters that find the greatest joy in being as socially maladjusted as possible? The racket these monsters manage to make is beyond words. They're always dirty (and not like oh-their-just-kids kind of dirty - we're talking real dirt, all over the damn creatures), never listen to their mother, they think that sneaking into a car and whamming the horn is a divine leisure, oh, and they tend to molest every doorbell in sight. And I'm not talking about once in a while incidents. This happens every single day. Unless they're away. Which doesn't happen very often. I guess no hotel would accept these unholy bastards, which is more than understandable.

Why God, why?