Happy New Year!

So, reality has become too much too bear, or is it bare? Fuck, who the hell cares anymore? Not I. Or is it me? Jesus. My personal life is in tatters, the world is ready to shatter, so one must ask oneself, what the hell is left? Ha! Easy! Movies! That's it! I'm going to amuse myself by reviewing shitty movies I rent at the video store, until it goes out of business, thanks to netflix and whatever the hell else goes on out there.

Alone in a grim world gone mad, I and my ever-dying life mate amuse ourselves in the dwindling time left to us, by watching DVDs. This weeks distraction is "Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes".

Where to begin...

OK, to be fair, this wasn't the worst movie I've sat through. Story, acting, whatever, was OK. But jesus. Why bother? It is not just a remake. It is a DOUBLE remake. Maybe tripple. Who cares?

Remember "12 Monkeys"? What a movie! So origional. Remember Roddy McDowall? Damn, now that man could act! Burried under a latex monkey face, he could still express such emotions and make you CARE when he, his wife and baby are shot to death by those damn dirty humans.

So here goes: I HATE FUCKING CG! Or is it, "I fucking hate CG"? Well, anyway, I know in some movies one can't really even tell when it is inserted. How sad is that? But here, the main character of the move is a graphic.This's what it is comes to. We are forced to bond emotionally with a computer graphic, something UNREAL. Is that dehumanising, or what? But that's not even my main bitch with this movie. In the origional, humans were replaced by apes because they fucked up and destroyed everything with their goddamn bomb. Nature gave them their chance and they were SELF chosen for extinction! An act of aggression totally in character with the species. In this dickless remake, apes rise to acendency as a result of one man's love for his father and his attempt to aliviate the disease that seperates them.

BULLSHIT! I feel totally violated by this faggy movie.