Cold Hearted BAWW

So, how many songs do you think you could dub over this scene?

Are there any songs that you absolutely can't stand, be it for the singing, the lyrics, the meaning or just the tune itself?

What Does it all Mean?

I had a strange dream last night. All I remember is that I was in a futuristic airport, with many towering levels and glass walls. I felt a slight craving for milkshake (as I do often) so I went to a small shop off to the side. After examining the shelves, I saw that the only thing close to milkshake that they stocked was a milky energy drink, and what was stranger was that it was xkcd themed. Perplexed, I chose a drink from three colours available - yellow, pink and baby blue. I chose the blue and headed for the counter. Behind the counter were two members of staff; a slim, young, handsome Asian man with spiky hair and a chubby but cute woman with glasses. I handed the drink to the woman and gave her my money, explaining that I only bought it because I wanted a milkshake. The Asian man overheard this and turned to me, saying "so you're not an xkcd fan?" I told him I was, but I was still surprised that it had an energy drink named after it. I left the store and took a sip of the drink. It tasted disgusting.

So, what are your dreams like. Remember them much? Ever tasted something in a dream and still had the taste in your mouth when you woke up?

o.o

A Long, Dark, Dreary Knight

So it all started a few years ago when I went to see Batman Begins at the cinema. I went in expecting a fairly decent movie, and I came out having witnessed a masterpiece. To this day it stands as one of my personal favourite films, and naturally I was excited but nervous when I heard that a sequel was on the way. Sequels, as I'm sure you've noticed, have this weird habit of being terribly disappointing, with a few exceptions. My nervous thoughts were cast aside, however, when I heard from a few, very reliable friends across the pond that it surpasses even the brilliance of its predecessor. Even Yahtzee praised it as being, and I quote, "absolutely fucking legendary".

If I have ever felt like the subject of some massive, Truman Show-esque social experiment, it was in the few seconds after having finished watching that film. I literally had not read a single review of it, official or not, that didn't shower it with praise, and yet not for one moment while I sat in front of that screen did I once think "this is a good film". I went to see it with two other people, and the average opinion upon leaving the cinema was "below average".

This is where you'd probably expect me to do some explaining for myself, since I seem to be the only blogger who isn't currently kissing that film's arse until it's red raw, but to be honest, I have nothing to say. That's exactly why I didn't enjoy it. There was nothing to particularly like about it at all, with the possible exception of the late Heath Ledger's impressive performance as The Joker. It seems somewhat of a mistake that they took the only remarkable thing about the film and did a completely half-arsed job of it, then. I'm pretty sure that at the time of his death, Heath had already finished doing all of his scenes for the film, so there's no excuse for the fact that Joker fades into the background around half-way through, and becomes a secondary character to none other than Burnt Face Man.

Upon retrospect, The Dark Knight is not a single film, but rather the beginning of one film, and the ending of another, connected tenuously by a run-of-the-mill-American-action-movie middle section in which each minor character is kidnapped or killed at least six times.

If I could somehow construct a time-machine and deliver a message to the film's director before the filming began, I would tell him to leave Two-Face out of it whatsoever, because, much like said villain, the film tries to be two things at the same time and ultimately ends up as a wet, half-baked mess on the floor. So, my time-travelling message to the past would be this: keep it simple, because sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. I suppose while I'm there I ought to give Mr. Ledger the same advice.