Movie Review: Deadpool

Me and the boyfriend love going to the cinema. When we were still travelling around Australia, we would go to the movies in every big town we passed through. When we were doing long distance, going to the movies was one of our typical things to do in the short weekends we did spend together. And now that we live together, of course, the cinema is the perfect place to be for Date Night.

Now, you might think this isn’t very original, but we don’t really care. We like the big screen, the loud effects, and of course the unhealthy snacks. Nachos with hot cheese for me, popcorn for the boyfriend. And sometimes some jellybeans or Ben and Jerry’s. The cinema isn’t too far from home either, so usually we walk there and back. After the movie, we have a 20 minute walk back to discuss our favourite parts. And Saturday night, we had a lot to discuss!

We went to see Deadpool. Hi-La-Ri-Ous!

I do like my occasional superhero movie, but I’m not into them enough to really know what’s going on in the Avengers series and the likes. For me, my superhero knowledge is limited to Spiderman, X-men, and the jokes from The Big Bang Theory. The boyfriend then is very much a Superman kinda guy. So watching a superhero movie nowadays is always a bit of a risk: if they put in too many references: we are lost. And I guess Deadpool is definitely a movie with a lot of references, but on such a different level. And even then, I might have missed half of the jokes, the half I did get was more than worth it anyways.

The movie plays with every single rule still standing in the screen business. It makes references both to the characters in other movies, as to the actual actors and production houses making them. And the general style behind these references: “let’s take the micky our of someone”. Now, who doesn’t like to have good laugh based on the shortcomings of something else? 😉

I don’t want to give any spoilers because it really is a fun movie to watch. It might not be genius or whatever, but it sure gave me a good laugh and I haven’t been so entertained in the cinema in a while. And all of this thanks to the jokes about the actors, characters and movies we all know and love.

 

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My First Horror Experience: The Boy

It’s done and over with. I saw my first horror movie in the cinema. And … I survived! Didn’t even have nightmares! Although I am a little bit more jumpy in the dark, you know, those two seconds you are in the hallway looking for the light switch. I can handle that though.

As I’ve told you before, I owed the boyfriend a fright night in the cinema. Thank goodness the cinema didn’t go overboard on the decorating, just the one creepy ghost statue freaked me out more than enough. Before the movie, rather than watching your usual adds, there was a shortfilm, slasher-type horror. NOT my kind of thing it turns out. I ‘watched’ the whole movie with my eyes closed. But then it was time for the real deal: The Boy.

The boyfriend described it as a bit slow, and not really horror. I agree, and that is why I actually, at least now that it’s done and over with, kind of liked it. The story has a massive twist (I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a well worked-out twist in a movie!) and then it turns out ***SPOILER ALERT*** that it’s actually not horror at all, but just a really decent psycho thriller!

So let me tell you about the story. (yYs, again, spoiler alert. You might not want to read this post if you’re still planning on watching the movie.) An English elderly couple living in the middle of nowhere (duh) hire an American nanny to mind their son while they are away on holiday. The American nanny is running away from troubles at the home front (having an abusive boyfriend who made her lose their baby) and this mansion on the English countryside might just do the trick. When she gets introduced to the boy, she starts laughing however. ‘Is this a joke?’ The boy is actually just a porcelain doll. The family leaves her a list of rules such as ‘don’t leave him alone, play music loudly,…’ and arrange for the local grocery store man to drop off groceries every week, and they are on their way.

(The back story of the family, as told to the nanny by the grocery store man, is that back in the day they actually did have a little boy. But he was considered to be a bit ‘odd’. On the day before his 8th birthday, he was playing in the woods with a local girl, and she was found dead with her head smashed in. As the police came to the house to question the boy, the house was on fire and the boy perished in the flames. Ever since, his parents have given their love to the doll.)

And of course, as you can all guess, that is when the weird stuff starts happening. Sounds in the house, things that move when the nanny isn’t looking, she even gets locked up in the attic for a night while her clothes go missing. She and the grocery store man, realise that the boy must be a ghost. And so they start taking good care of him, aka the doll.

Until… the ex-boyfriend from America shows up! Drama here and there, and eventually the doll gets smashed up. And that’s when it all goes tits up.

The walls start shaking, the house is rumbling, and through the mirror bursts something, throwing the ex-boyfriend (who smashed up the doll) across the room. And then, something moves in the whole in the wall. We see a hand. I hide my face thinking this is the end of the movie for me as it will be some sort of creature, and I’m not fond of creatures. Until the boyfriend says… ‘it’s a man’. ‘It’s a man?’ Yes, it was a man. The boy was indeed alive! He never died in the first place! His parents had been hiding him in the walls and using the doll as an excuse, but really, they knew what he did and couldn’t own up to it. So they hid him from the world. And when they couldn’t handle it any longer, they arranged a nanny to take over, a nanny for him to ‘have’, as they walked into the sea and never came back.

Of course the next half hour of the movie is some good chasing and fighting, we all know how it goes, and the movie turned out to be very thrilling and entertaining. Seriously, the weight that was lifted off my shoulders when I realised it had nothing to do with ghosts or creatures, but merely some guy gone psycho! Ah, relief!

Now the question is: will I try again in one month’s time? The next movie is called The Forest, about some girl looking for her sister in a Japanese suicide forest. Ghosts guaranteed, I don’t think I’ll be lucky enough to have another genius twist in the story. I guess it’ll all depend on the boyfriend’s convincing skills.

Wimp No 1, and The Horror Problem

I have the silliest problem. My boyfriend likes horror movies. Me: not so much. To say the least.

When I was about 14 years old, I got invited over to a friend’s birthday party. Birthday parties back then went something like this: give presents, eat junk food, watch a movie. The movie my friend picked: Signs. I had nightmares for years. I still get freaked out by doors that aren’t completely closed at the bottom (if you’ve seen the movie, you’ll know what I mean), and I always switch the lights on ev-er-ry-where. Which is completely ridiculous, because I don’t believe in aliens and all that scary stuff! I guess I just easily scare?

And now we have come to the point where I owe the boyfriend a horror movie. He always comes with me to watch the stuff I wanna see, and when we wanna do movie night at home, I have made him watch Finding Nemo, How to Train Your Dragon, and the likes. I’ve been trying really hard. So far we’ve watched The Thing and Dracula, both times at a friend’s. Both times I brought a blanket to hide behind. I’ve survived. *Pat on the back*

But I sort of made the boyfriend a promise when he was feeling a bit down a while ago. I told him we’d go to fright night at the cinema. Which is tomorrow. The movie is called The Boy, we watched half of the trailer yesterday. I already had a nightmare. I wonder what ever happened to me for me to be such a wuss!

So since it’s at the cinema, I can’t really take my blanket with me, nor can I smartly pick my bathroom moments if it would get too bad. Any tips for Wimp No 1?

 

An Inspiring Christmas Story!

I just watched the sweetest movie. It’s called It’s a Wonderful Life, a black and white movie from 1946. I love that kind of old stuff this time of year. It’s very Christmassy. With that I mean it gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling. The acting is hilarious, the characters so naive, and the stories so cliche, but the message is so beautiful and somehow in between all the cliches and laughter, it felt very sincere.

The movie was about a guy that dreamt big, but due to circumstances he never really got a chance to make his dreams come true. Instead, he managed to make so many other people’s dreams come true, without even realising it. So when he’s starting to lose his way, an angel comes down from heaven (oh yeah, these movies can be very soppy too) and shows him what the town would’ve been like if he would’ve never been born. Which is of course awful. Of course afterwards, things go back to normal but he’s still left with the same problem: money went missing at his company and he’s about to be arrested. But his wife has told all the people he helped in the past, and they all turned up (on Christmas Eve, of course) to drop him some cash. Merry Christmas!

Oh my goodness you should watch it, it was beautiful. I felt so warm inside! People helping each other like that! People just trying to make each other happy because that’s just what they do. Got me a little teary eyed even!

And that made me think about what I posted before. How so many bad things are happening but somehow I want to help. So I started googling a little bit and I’m gonna ask around. I really want to do some charity work around this time of year. For me, the Christmas period is that time of year that is all about warmth. Fuzzy blankets and slippers, cosy little lights all around town, but mostly the wonderful company and love of family and friends. But not everyone is that lucky. And I feel like I could maybe help.

I’ll keep you posted on my charity plans. I put it down on the web so now there’s no going back. If you have tips for me about charity work, or like to share your charity experiences, I’d love to hear!