Thursday, 10 November 2011

shitlight

Twilight is the biggest pile of shit I've ever watched.

My flatmate insisted that I watch the whole of the first one this evening. Now no offence to Stephenie Meyer, because I've not read the books so I've not a clue how well they're written.

But the film = shit.
The acting = shit.
The storyline = shit.
The special effects = shit/near-to-non-existant
The growth of characters = NONE.

Yeah, not a fan. Sorry Hardwicke, but this was shit.

4 comments:

  1. Have to admit no interest in Twilight, but you said you were from Liverpool.

    I had a thought. I was watching the United game in the city here and a guy had a t shirt that I liked (it was the Jack Daniels logo with Kenny Dalglish no7 all over it), and I asked him about it and he said there is a guy who has a shop right near Anfield who made it for him (or just sells them), but I can't find them anywhere on the net. Do you know the shop?

    I'm Nick by the way.

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  2. Right near Anfield? Or actually in Anfield?

    I saw a shirt in the Spion Kop that sounded a little like that.

    There are a fair few shops selling that type of thing round there. So I probably do, yes.

    Why?

    I'm Izzie.

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  3. He said right outside Anfield. I was there in 2009 on a football tour but we only did a tour and what not so I know its not actually inside the ground...although I haven't been to a game yet :(

    It was black and essentially had the big JD logo on the front, except all the JD stuff was replaced by Liverpool stuff.

    No reason, but as soon as I saw it I wanted it because I am a big fan of JD too and I want to know how I can maybe get onto the bloke who sells them.

    Being from Sydney means my relationship with the club is a very long distance one and most people here don't understand why I am so passionate!

    Studying criminology? I was considering doing that before I decided on something else, how is it? If you want, you can reply to my email lfcloads@gmail.com :)

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