Not Fun Anymore

I do enjoy British humour, for goodness’ sake. I find them brilliant, though sometimes twisted.

But The Seeker was so dead that Gregory House M.D. can never, barging into the room INTENDING to announce a life-saving diagnosis, stop dead in his tracks, cock his eyebrow and mutter, “no matter how you see it, this thing was never meant to be created” and proceed to make crude, intensively sarcastic remarks.

The whole movies was along these few lines.

1. You are THE seeker, Will Stanton.

2. You must find THE SIGN.

3. Hand me the sign! (Or, ‘Hand me the SIGN!!!!’–when The Rider is goddamn angry)

4. The sign The sign The sign The sign The sign (infinite loop)

Oh my freaking god. I was so tempted to leave the cinema by the 30th minute, but I was already late for 10 minutes and had already pissed of the ones seated in my row when I tried to get to my seat in the first place.

I don’t know what they’re doing, producing a movie like this.

Unless it’s meant to be shown in some obscure desert country that English is not the second-nor-third-nor-forth-nor-fifth language to them and teaching them the phrase ‘THE SIGN’ is of utmost importance.

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MY SOUL JUST GOT TORTURED SO SO BADLY.