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Operation Clean Sweep "- Front-plus report Zelluloidverschwendungsgenörgel

- you like the annoying. Today bathroom was on the line, my absolute hatred task. (The entire wall of vapor are also not good for the brain, I think.) How much crap you have laying around so you notice the way, usually only when it must vacate the purpose of cleaning out of the way. Fascinating that I, as a single little man so incredibly much rubbish was accumulating in my rooms, old ceiling lamps in the corner behind the bathroom drawers to about 3 million colorful plastic bottles with any kind of NASA-tested cleaning stuff, of which 2.9 million turn out on closer inspection to be empty, but already some take years persistently space in which to clean with so much stuff on it much more complicated and so ... well, definitely sparkles and flashes my bathroom again until the last corner, and that's something. And yes I could now avenge my way for this afternoon plastered on the world by ruthless I have bored with completely trivial details from my life. Yah! : P

order for this item but not totally redundant, remains at this point a few quick comments on recently consumed cinema (well, sort of ...):

Serenity

A rickety space ship full of lovable small-time crooks, an evil alliance that evil has to cover up, a killer of them, in everything that is not at three in the trees, a sword pure lies and discover a loopy pretty girl, the thoughts and people can kill with his bare hands and behind the half the galaxy her is because she has read mistakenly thought that concern not what - needs a lot more do not exist for space- Saga of the new generation.

The film is somehow ... nice. In any event, not total junk. Writer and director Joss Whedon (also creator of Buffy the Vampire Verklopperin) at least know how to entertain an audience sound. A likeable ensemble, a turbulent and reasonably logical plot, cool action staged, garnished with the Whedon-typical dose of self irony and cool dialogues - a movie, you can idle away the time quite nice 2 hour, without having to worry afterwards must. Welcome.

Hellraiser - Hell World

A few good-looking college twenty-somethings ... blabla ... Death ... bla ... big party in a mysterious house ... blablabla ... Blood, Sex, Blood and Gore, guts, decapitations ... bla ... Pinhead ... blabla .. in the end, of course, survived, as always, those great blonde who had the first close-up. Got that?

Somehow modern American horror films are all alike ... the originality and the subtle, intelligent psychological horror of Clive Barker original work from which we have here once again clamped to the track, is certainly not much left. Bubbly cliché horror without blood and highlights with a real stupid end. Even as background noise in the plaster break only mediocre.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Two gutaausehende Homo Sapiens meet in a hotel in Columbia, find each other rattenscharf marry birds, found 6 years later revealed that both of them disguised as a super agent for various secret organizations hate work, is then, want to kill themselves, a lot of noise Bumm, then they obviously love each other again, because two such razor-sharp, ultra cool, well-styled supermen of course, impossible to put an end just with each other - credit.

That's right - this one is set up there already, the whole action. The film is one of the most senseless that I've seen in a long time - its only purpose is evidently to keep a camera on the oh-so handsome and nicely styled protagonist (the new supposedly-perfect couple Brad Pitt / Angelina Jolie) to be able, during this fiddle around in some high-gloss furniture catalog scenes with stylish high-tech stuff or Just stand around and look good only while talking a some what trivial things. In between is a bit of shooting and stuff blowing up. From the completely illogical and outrageous plot and the total excessive action sequences, against the "Charlie's Angels" is almost like a merry Kant excludes screen adaptation, I will not even begin. Meaning: A completely unnecessary Hollywood Dinsgbums with about as much depth as a rubber duck in an empty bathtub. (And I'll probably keep it, unfortunately, right in my concern that remain "Girl, Interrupted" is the only sound film in which Miss Jolie will have ever participated. Sigh.) My Result: waste of time.