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For some insane reason, I cannot get the image of a raincoat clad Christian Bale dancing to the tune of Huey and the News' 'Hip to be Square' - right before smashing an axe into an annoying co-worker's head. Bloody genius.

American Psycho isn't really a movie that blew me away (I haven't finished it though), but still, it has it's moments. Unlike "Let the Right One In', the Swedish vampire movie that Rotten Tomatoes rated so highly, American Psycho is more engrossing by far, despite getting a lower score. The constant narration is a bit off, but I guess it's the only way you can adapt a serial killer's thoughts from the literature to the big screen.

I'm not a big fan of slasher movies as well, so I guess that takes a bit off the enjoyment factor. Still, it is a fresh take - an intelligent one, at that - and I like it. At least it isn't some mindless crap about some retarded and deformed mama's boy who like to wield a chainsaw and skin his victims. Of some superhuman guy who has a small brain which happens to be programmed to kill, kill, and kill. I wonder if he even takes a shit.

Yun lang. Hehehe.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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