there is no such thing

After digging the truth behind films, i tried to study film critics and audiences, their perception on films, what do they want? what do they crave for?

I discovered there is no such thing as a crap movie.

Of course, u might not like the film, or such things like, poor cinematography, or bad audio, or ridiculous story lines, or flat dialogues or too slow. But the truth is some people like those kind of imperfections. To me, i crave for understatement, dry and dark comedies, that my friend's don't understand. To them it's boring and minimal, but to me, it's a whole lot more than just it. I don't enjoy most of CGI movies of today that most teenagers, young adults and children got to because why? because it's just not my kind of films anymore. And most people will go to this kind of movies because it's a heart-pumping experience that will leave you glued to your seat, dead speechless. I don't see that, but others do. So, does that make a film bad? or crap?

And recently, the much anticipated 'The Spirit' came out but it didn't get a positive review on most people and film critics. But there are people who enjoyed it.

so, watch films in your own perception, not others

spoiler

i was seating down, drinking the best frappucino a guy could ever crave for,
caramel cream, with thick cream and cinnamon,
with a small tissue beside,
the smooth taste, the bitter chocolate, the sweet sugar,

she walked in, i didn't look,
she sat down in front of my place,
i looked down,
looking for more cream,
i looked at her,
glared for a few seconds,
steared at her face,

i stopped drinking,
laid my eyes on her,
with her brown, small-curled long hair,
looked, silky,
her face,
perfect curves, slim eyebrows,
as she was talking to the phone,
dimples on her smile,
her nose was perfect and small,
lips were not too plumped,
she looked like a hardcore kisser,

her shirt was not too tight, bright green, long sleeved,
breasts were perfectly aligned,
she wore long, casual pants,
with beach thongs, i like,
i was still trying to make an eye-contact with her,
she was still talking to the phone,
she bent down,
scratched her leg,
i was turned off..if u know what i mean..-.-

im raw

walking by the seaside,
watching the sun comes up,
sitting on green covered rocks,
slippery but wet,
take a piece of rock,
throw it into the sea,
as it sink,
think of the past time,
cry if you want,
let it go,
let the breeze flow through your hair,
take of your clothes,
go for a swim,
let your skin soak in the salty sea,
swim till you wrinkle,
swim till you become tired,
then stop,
let yourself float,
close your eyes,
sleep..=)