Review: Blade Runner 2049

Art. Art film. Not movie, but film. An art film is supposed to be… what? This is what Blade Runner is supposed to be, I guess, even though I am not sure what is artistic about it. Maybe the scenery, the amount of time you’ve got to spend in front of a screen, or maybe it’s art because it is the kind of sad story that could break your heart if you gave a damn about any of the characters. Continue reading

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TV Show Review: Stranger Things

Four days until the second season of this show will air I am writing my thoughts. Briefly. No spoilers included.

Stranger Things is a great goddamn TV show. It starts in a rather cliched manner, with some evil entity scaring the crap out of the audience, and then some evil government organisation, but after the first three episodes it becomes something else. It has a sort of hallucinogenic effect on you – there are a bunch of characters all acting crazy, and you’ve got some kids who are the only ones who are reasonable enough to do the right thing. Continue reading

The Mummy, King Arthur, and why critics aren’t always right

The world of art is a strange one: some folks get paid to be haters. Let me rephrase that: some folks, who never held a brush or took it upon themselves to write a book or shoot a movie, get paid to be haters.

In any given field, you are required to walk the walk, so to speak, in order to be considered an expert.

Imagine some guy being considered an expert in quantum mechanics for reading Q&A’s on Quora. And a couple Wikipedia articles.

That being said, critics aren’t always right.

Why?

Because they belong to a group of people who like to take themselves way too seriously.

I watch a lot of movies. I read books. Listen to music. I even collect paintings and drawings. And I do all this with the sole purpose of entertaining myself. To amuse myself a bit. To escape reality. Sometimes art is just about that: makes you forget about yourself for a while, makes you see a bigger picture; so you don’t take yourself too seriously and end up shooting yourself in the head one fine morning.

That’s why critics fail at the most crucial aspect of art. Especially commercial art.

Take King Arthur, for instance. Classic Guy Ritchie. Fun, fast paced, enjoyable. A certain kind of cinematography. Witty dialogue. Bizarre characters.

And it delivers.

And it is a fun movie. Well worth watching because it’s entertaining.

Now, about the Mummy. A horror movie that is a lot less scary than it was supposed to be, I am sure. First hour, it’s fine. But then even Russell Crowe starts playing badly(and I’ve never seen him do that) and the whole thing becomes ridiculous.

Wanna know why that movie failed?

It wasn’t sure of itself, of what it was supposed to be doing and what its true message was.

What form of entertainment it was offering the audience.

That was all.

But critics always take themselves too seriously and try to demolish a movie for not being what they would have wanted it to be.

It’s like disowning your own child for becoming a writer instead of a doctor, as you’ve always wanted him to be.

Amazon deletes book reviews in an attempt to stop self-promotion

After a couple recent scandals about writers buying reviews or writing them under various pseudonyms, Amazon has been purging their website of suspicious reviews.

Thousands of reviews have been deleted so far, without Amazon offering any explanations as to why those particular reviews are being taken down the website or how are they choosing which reviews are genuine and which ones are fake.