Went to Cheryl’s house (at Bishan8, which is weird because it’s so familiar) where she keeps her trove of DVDs and alcoholic food and beverages. And chips. And unknown people. Except she doesn’t keep the unknown people at her house, because that’d be plain wrong.
Juno (of which I had watched around half an hour of online, before finding it totally pointless) was a refreshing change from all the other films out there. It’s just so… quiet. The soundtrack was beautiful. I like Ellen Page as Juno. I like how teenage pregnancy is explored in a calm, yet not altogether flippant, way.
I liked Sweeney Todd better though. The songs/singing were average as a whole, but the setting and characters were just so aptly surreal and dark. I expected much worse than the gore that was in the movie – too fake for my liking – but it wasn’t the gore that caught my fancy, but the whole perverted idea of Sweeney’s and Mrs Meatpie Seller. I would very much have liked to watch Sweeney Todd in a dark and detached movie theatre. I loved the ending. Perfect and twisted and really tragic. Beyond all the slit necks and bursting blood vessels was a story of a few lives interlocked in complex and twisted relationships, being told in its entirety.
And then we watched an episode of Black Adder, which was awesome as always.
My McFlurry was awesome. We went home and it looked at me imploringly, screaming, “You want a taste of me?” So I ate it and was happy, and we lived happily ever after. SO THAR, GREG. I DON’T NEED MA OTHER FRENS ANYMOAR.