Sunday, February 13, 2005

Went to see Constantine with the S13 gals. It's overall a pretty fun movie, mainly because I liked the ending, and a good ending can make any movie seem good. I mean Keanu Reeves growling, "My name is Constantinnee." makes one want to whup him around the head with a severed leg. He talks in a monotone. I'm relieved the director didn't ask him to cry or get mad or something, because it would just make everyone laugh. Oh, and what's with the six-pack? It's like he ripped open his shirt and there was a collective sigh in the audience. And I was thinking: He's so cheap. Is he reduced to that because he can't act? Let us start nasty rumours about his six-pack being computer generated. HAHA. I'm merely joking. So sue me. I don't even hate Keanu. It's just fun to make mean jokes about him. And it's really funny 'cos the latest First mag which features said person has some anti-smoking pamphlet in it. "Don't be like Britney or Scarlett or Lindsay." an article preaches. Like they're that influential, ha. I think any sensible teenager can see for herself that smoking is unhealthy, and aren't going to run out and become a chimney just because, of all people, Lindsay Lohan is. Sheesh.

And there's still Sideways and Ray and Closer! YaY.

11:13 PM
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