Showing posts with label Alice in Wonderland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alice in Wonderland. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Madness? THIS IS IOWAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Wait ... what? It's review time!


I'm beginning to notice a box-office trend, at least when it comes to me.
I love madness, I saw The Wolfman (everyone thinks he's mad,)Shutter Island (everyone is mad), Alice in Wonderland (all the best people are a bit mad), and last night I saw The Crazies (umm... pretty self-explanatory).
Madness in movies is grand. Much like all those movies.
The Crazies, was pretty trippy.
Really makes you paranoid that the government could screw up something and then subsequently kill, destroy and nuke in order to cover-up.
Stupid biological government experiments.
Ever enter a place and think perhaps all the people around you could already be affected by the crazy-making virus?

Ok, so to the movie itself. Think zombie movie but scarier because the infected can still function and reason and use tools and weapons and plan. Yea, scary shit!
If I continue any further, I'm bound to ruin the movie, so thats where I call it quits.

Friday, March 5, 2010

I can't wait til the Jabberwocky is slain, so I can go Futter-Whacking once again.


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
SPOON