no no no.
i just wasted my time watching a BBC produced movie when i could have been napping.
sigh.
i am not going to use this blog as a movie review (although that would be fun. but my taste in movies has shocked and confused so many people. so ill make it a rare occasion).
some woman wrote this novel and one day some bored bloke at BBC decided to produce it into a very drab, very heavily suppressive movie.
if i wanted to boil the whole thing down. make it super short and sweet. cut to the bone. id tell you about the ridiculously pathetic and teeth grittingly naive character, Cassandra and her distasteful love for her sisters fiance.
Cassandra. passionate writer (though only in her diary, of which we enter many times during the movie) and 17. helps her beauiful and complicated sister, Rose, lure and capture their very wealthy landlord (the son of the late landlord. go figure) into engagment. why? well duh. the family is in dire need of money. 2 years of rent unpaid. never any food. the father is a lost, once famous author. their stepmother is a crackhead 20s style hippy.
they have nothing.
so clearly, Rose should marry the landlord so she can be rich and support her family?
oh yeah. i had a cousin that did that once. not.
at one seemingly innocent scene of the movie. Cassandra is visiting her future brother-in-law. although this sounds extremely uncomfortable, it wasn't. but he asks her to dance. aaaaaand he kisses her.
what did he say again? something like "oh im really sorry about that. i hope it wasn't a terrible kiss"
to which she has the childishly stupid brains to say: "it was my first kiss".
awkward pause. 'cause im going "um helloooooo? hes engaged to your sister what the hell are you doing?!"
i hate it when movies fail to help you along. like. i honestly didn't see it coming and when it did happen, i cheesed out.
so being, as i said, ridiculously pathetic and teeth grittingly naive, Cassandra, like a fool, takes that meaningless kiss and totally ruins the movie.
Stephen, the hot boy in the back, friends with her since they were very young, LOVES her. and allllll because her landlord kissed her once she is consumed with him and totally brushes off Stephen.
you know what? im stopping.
what is a kiss in the real world? how unrealistic is it to be kissed by your sisters fiance and even though he is like "meh it was just a kiss. i think you're a funny little girl", and aside from the fact that you should be like "whoa pervert", whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy would you fall head over heels and center your life around it??
fail. fail. EPIC fail. this movie had many other parts. nothing redeeming.
I Capture the Castle. watch at your own risk.
watch something with a positive message. be a designated driver. don't do drugs.
sorry to have wasted your time. i needed to vent.
goodnight.
i just wasted my time watching a BBC produced movie when i could have been napping.
sigh.
i am not going to use this blog as a movie review (although that would be fun. but my taste in movies has shocked and confused so many people. so ill make it a rare occasion).
some woman wrote this novel and one day some bored bloke at BBC decided to produce it into a very drab, very heavily suppressive movie.
if i wanted to boil the whole thing down. make it super short and sweet. cut to the bone. id tell you about the ridiculously pathetic and teeth grittingly naive character, Cassandra and her distasteful love for her sisters fiance.
Cassandra. passionate writer (though only in her diary, of which we enter many times during the movie) and 17. helps her beauiful and complicated sister, Rose, lure and capture their very wealthy landlord (the son of the late landlord. go figure) into engagment. why? well duh. the family is in dire need of money. 2 years of rent unpaid. never any food. the father is a lost, once famous author. their stepmother is a crackhead 20s style hippy.
they have nothing.
so clearly, Rose should marry the landlord so she can be rich and support her family?
oh yeah. i had a cousin that did that once. not.
at one seemingly innocent scene of the movie. Cassandra is visiting her future brother-in-law. although this sounds extremely uncomfortable, it wasn't. but he asks her to dance. aaaaaand he kisses her.
what did he say again? something like "oh im really sorry about that. i hope it wasn't a terrible kiss"
to which she has the childishly stupid brains to say: "it was my first kiss".
awkward pause. 'cause im going "um helloooooo? hes engaged to your sister what the hell are you doing?!"
i hate it when movies fail to help you along. like. i honestly didn't see it coming and when it did happen, i cheesed out.
so being, as i said, ridiculously pathetic and teeth grittingly naive, Cassandra, like a fool, takes that meaningless kiss and totally ruins the movie.
Stephen, the hot boy in the back, friends with her since they were very young, LOVES her. and allllll because her landlord kissed her once she is consumed with him and totally brushes off Stephen.
you know what? im stopping.
my blood pressure can't handle Cassandra's stupidiy.
what is a kiss in the real world? how unrealistic is it to be kissed by your sisters fiance and even though he is like "meh it was just a kiss. i think you're a funny little girl", and aside from the fact that you should be like "whoa pervert", whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy would you fall head over heels and center your life around it??
fail. fail. EPIC fail. this movie had many other parts. nothing redeeming.
I Capture the Castle. watch at your own risk.
watch something with a positive message. be a designated driver. don't do drugs.
sorry to have wasted your time. i needed to vent.
goodnight.
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