Nevermore...

           1st of all,  it has been way to long since I have written in this blog and seeing how I don't have anything else to do besides (hw, study for finals, brush my teeth, put makeup on, did I say study for finals?, clean my kitchen) I felt like I should stop neglecting this high important blog. So here I am, pretending to be a critic and giving my unappreciated, 4 year bachelor's degree opinion.

   So last night I felt almost like a real college kid. I went to a 10:40 showing of a scary movie. Almost meaning...
1. It was definitely before 12...
2. it wasn't really a scary movie... Welcome to "The Raven"

 it sucked.


         Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best choice of words but it was definitely not what it could have been. I went in expecting the movie to be dark and hold a sort of sinister or skin crawling atmosphere worthy to The Raven or The Masque of the Red Death, yet it was more gory and disgusting than creepy. John Cusack did give a interesting perspective of Poe, as arrogant and narcissistic yet he didnt keep the personality throughout the whole movie. His lover was weak and irritating, (in which we all kind of rooted for her to die) and the only part of the movie that truly made me happy was his pet raccoon and the fact that I could quote the whole poem (due to the fact that my teacher in 11th grade made us memorize a stanza every time we got into trouble, all 18 stanzas...in a week. Thank you Mr. E.) At which point I am pretty sure Megan was ready to slice me with the pendulum... baahahhahaha see what I did there... (if you didn't, read The Pit and the Pendulum).

       I also got really excited when I could name the stories that the killer used. Once again, I felt that it was my duty to point out every single story because of my 4 year degree in a really annoying voice. Insert sarcasm. overall, the movie was disappointing, not at all like Poe, but it was amazing to forget about grading, doing homework, and actually do something other than frantically search for graduation dresses (not your fault francie), and grade Freshman's attempt at papers.
 it was beautiful.