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WRITER. ARTIST. THINKER. INVOLUNTARY RECLUSE. I work under my own name, Marque Terrynamahr Strickland, or my pen name, Wrinklegus PoisonTongue. I absolutely ADORE artistically brilliant people. I surround myself with them, as it is with them that I feel most comfortable. I owe everything to artistic people, for without you, I would be nothing. Be you a writer, painter, actor, musician, architect, or whatever, I thrive upon your efforts. You are the air I breath. My solace. My stronghold. My safety net. My sanity. My reason for living. I love you all. Childish. Creative. High maintenance. Sensitive. Insensitive. Insecure. Quick tempered. Loving. Loyal. Lustful. Incredibly horny (especially after 3 decades of involuntary celibacy). Mischievous. Bombastic. Slightly domineering, yet fair and easy to please. Talented to no end. Know-it-all. Chaste. Afraid of germs. Healthy. Insightful. Artist. Born on St. Patrick's Day, I am a PISCES with VIRGO rising, two signs of opposition, which complete me. By the Chinese Zodiac, I'm a DRAGON with ROOSTER rising. —The ‘f-bomb’ is my favourite swear word.

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Scream 4/2011

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Scream 4/2011

If you’re going to do a sequel (and not just any sequel–we’re talking about the 4th film in a series), then it’s nice to wait 11 years to do it. We’ve had such a long break from the Scream films that we can actually come back now and have fun, whereas with part 3, by the time it hit theaters, we were so tired of being bombarded with them that it was impossible to be entertained by it! And, let’s be honest, with these types of movies, this is ALL you’re supposed to do–sit back, relax, and enjoy the slashing and blood spatter!

The cinematography is nothing to speak of, as this is not really the type of movie that requires anything special. And it would be stupid for me to comment on the acting, as there’s not much for the actors to do...except for Neve Campbell. However, being the new generation’s “Scream Queen,” she’s used to crying, wailing, and running in fear. She’s done it four times now–she should be used to it! And since I’m bypassing the acting, I’ll move on to the story–nothing unique, yet entertaining. These days, that’s about all you can ask for from a horror film. It was fun. It made sense (mostly, except for one thing I’ll point out about ‘Dewey’ in the end). And although I didn’t flinch throughout the entire film, these supposedly ‘scary’ scenes did make me smile, as I knew whilst watching them, somewhere, some poor girl was probably leaping upon her boyfriend’s lap at the very same time.

I’ll probably be a Wes Craven fan till the day I die, and though Last House on the Left and the Nightmare on Elm Street series will always be my favourites, the Scream franchise is not far behind (part 3 will always be the one I consider more of a ‘throw away,’ but perhaps I should go back and watch it again to see if I feel the same way after all this time.) In all, I’ll give Scream 4 a solid “B” grade, just for being so much damn fun...

(c) Marque Terrynamahr Strickland/2011

...However, I do have two questions. The reason I saved them as afterthoughts is because they do not pose issues that affect my enjoyment of the film. First question: wasn’t Dewey Riley partially crippled from having a severed nerve, or does that heal over time? If not, Wes screwed up there. Oh well. Question number two: do all rich, white kids have parents that care so little about them that they leave them alone for days at a time? What the fuck? You almost NEVER see Caucasian kids’ parents in horror films!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Wow. I destroyed this kid! My first perfect game!

....but I suppose that doesn't mean shit when a game is only, like, 14 moves. Even still...it was GREAT practice! My 2nd brother, Oliver (my regular opponent) is so good, I have to eat these newbies for breakfast just so I can stay sharp enough to play him. My dude has some skills!

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Monday, April 11, 2011

Hanna/2011 (Quite good!)

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HANNA (2011)

For something so simple, I thoroughly enjoyed this movie. Hanna (Saoirse Ronan) is a government test subject, whose DNA has been tampered with in hopes of creating the perfect soldier. (Yes, I know this type of story has been done to death, but hear me out.) She was raised by Erik (Eric Bana), an agent of the previously mentioned government, who suddenly grew a conscience and decided he couldn’t commit such morally base acts against mankind anymore (again, this is an overused topic, but let me finish!) When Hanna’s mother is assassinated, Erik escapes with Hanna and raises her in the wild. Using her specialized DNA to his advantage, he raises Hanna to be a solider with all the predatory instincts of an assassin, meant to kill Marissa (Cate Blanchett), an integral member of the establishment he once worked for.

With that said, I know that some of you will automatically assume that the film is an overdone, moist load of what makes the grass grow green. But I beg to differ...

Director Joe Wright has given us quite a treat with this simple little film of his. Although I wouldn’t say that Hanna is anything overly artistic that you’ll be blown away by, if nothing else, it’s still well shot (there is some absolutely BEAUTIFUL cinematography, especially in the beginning), well acted, and well paced. Though it is, technically, an ‘action’ film, there’s only as much action as there needs to be, and you’re not bombarded with an excess of fighting to compensate for weak storytelling, as one is with most Hollywood films. And even though the film is, as mentioned, cliché, the creators were still able to take an old idea and make it into something fun! They took stale bread and made bread pudding! In other words, for what it is, Hanna is wonderfully done. If you have an hour and fifty minutes to spare, you really can’t go wrong with this film.

(c) Marque Terrynamahr Strickland/2011

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