I agree the Cable Guy is great. For one, it’s relatable, as he’s obsessed with movies and shows like I am. And on the other hand, IT’S JIM MOTHERFUCKIN’ CARREY!
I don’t hate it, but I don’t care much for Uncle Buck. John Candy’s performance really was the only thing that carried this film.
Ferris Bueller was also just OK.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Good but not great. Jeffrey Jones getting kicked in the face by Jennifer Grey was great, though.
Also, who the hell names their daughter Sloane?
I agree with Handman. Honestly, thank you for the advice, SparkySywer. A good kick in the arse. I agree I need to stop posting this and also need to step back and see how far delaying my recovery gets me and basically trying to get babysit by others only gets one so far.
My medication tests are nearly there, and I’m gaining many new friends. I will get there.
I’m also getting involved in yoga, so there’s that going.
A certain post I made somewhere in the Random Thoughts thread could likely be early signs of what was to come when I came back on 2020.
All I can say is, although I removed my original post, it can still be seen as is quoted, and although it was definitely disproportionate and a sad attempt to get attention, nowadays I REALLY DO SOMETIMES FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT, y’know!
I really don’t want to go into any detail or defame any family members, and the memory is hazy, but when I was young, my warped brain may have interpreted some innocuous things some family member did to me in a, let’s just say inappropriate and rather distressing light. I’m certain I wasn’t actually diddled (and I decline to go into any further detail as this is deeply personal, but I certainly did not like it. perhaps my sick sexual preference got modelled after that or predated it.
My sexual fetishes and sex drive are becoming a damned serious problem. I’m still a virgin and haven’t harmed anyone (other than myself), but those goddamn YouTube fetish videos of some goddamn movie scenes started this downward spiral of psuedo-PMO that turned my life to the dogs.
It seems my whole life revolves around SEX right now. I have no fucking direction which seems to have all started from some addiction.
Let’s just hope I don’t hang myself first thing in the motherfucking morning.
Also, I’m struggling real hard to stay off the net with my problems, also…
THE MEDICATION TEST RESULTS STILL HAVEN’T FUCKING COME YET!!!
IT DOESN’T HELP THAT MY FAMILY IS DIVIDED ON THE MATTER!! ONE SIDE WANTS IT, THE OTHER HALF DOESN’T. AND YES, I’VE TALKED.
All the whole my mental health continues to decay…
I seriously don’t know how much longer I can go on like this. Life really is putting me in the shitter.
If there’s a God, he’ll have some serious reparations both for me and others who have suffered throughout history.
But if he’s testing me… Well that’s definitely something different, and a lot better, to leave this post on a positive note.
Fifty-Twenty-Four
Although I’m being tested to medication, the whole procedure will take a while. So I’ve decided it’s best if I stay off here (and I hope much of the internet) for a little bit. The internet’s not helping with my mental health and I need a good break from it.
Fare thee well. At least I hope.
A Hard Days’ Night is honestly one of the most boring movies I have ever seen. I get it was very influential in the development of music videos, but just because something is very influential doesn’t mean it necessarily is enjoyable to most modern viewers.
Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. It was excellent. Napoleon on a waterslide wasn’t something I thought I’d ever see.
Yes, thank you Superweapon VII for agreeing with me. The sad thing is, I was pressured by a religious group’s books to stop masturbation. Yet…I felt so happy abstaining…
I’m finally being tested for medication.
I honesty don’t understand why Blade Runner was rated R.
The instances of violence are very few and pretty tame. The only instance of strong swearing is when Roy Batty calls Tyrell “fucker”, which in other versions has been changed to “father”. Joanna Cassidy’s topless scene isn’t titilating at all, just a woman getting dressed.
One line in the theatrical cut’s narration contains a slur.
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvoidTheDreadedGRating
Goncharov. I loved every second of it. Martin Scorsese’s best movie by a long shot, and quite possibly the best movie of 1973, maybe even the entire 1970s/20th century.
A piece of media, especially movies and TV Shows, should never be recommended purely by popularity or “hey this is so awesome go see it!”. Mainly because it just makes you feel like shit if you don’t like them, plus going in blind can really help make an honest opinion on the work.
Guy who did all those horny covers for Marville.
Yup. His art definitely compliments him looking like a coomer and is why I even posted it. He practically is one.
Notice the similarities?
(Make sure you know what the two images actually are of, before you reply, so you won’t take this out of context.)
Least favorite movie: Boxtrolls
I know it seems random to do this now, but I want to clear this ancient post up. It’s certainly not my least favourite movie (at least not now), I don’t hate the movie, nor do I hate claymation/stop motion as a medium.
No, the reason why was almost solely due to the infamous cheese allergy scene. I have always and still cannot stand almost any form of body horror/facial horror, especially things swelling up. It’s a universal no-no for movie viewings from me.
Also, please do not post any GIFs or photos of the scene as I have zero desire to see that again.
