...and a good day to you, too!

The following exchange took place in my brain today:
Me: Hey I really miss Yamada Takayuki's face how about I watch a movie with him?
Brain: Yeah, how about 13 Assassins where he has all of ten minutes of screentime?
Me:....
Brain: 8D
Me: Alright fine!

So 13 Assassins is a film by Takashi Miike (of "Crows Zero" fame and infamous for my personal experience with "Terraformars"). It's about 13 dudes needing to assassinate a badshit insane evil sadistic guy and... that's... basically it.

( In case you can't tell I'm very disappointed )

This was an incredibly messy review, and I apologize but I needed to get this out of my system. HMPFH.

Okay, nachdem ich mich gestern (GESTERN. KIWI. DAS WAR VOR ZWEI WOCHEN. WIE LANGE HABE ICH GEBRAUCHT, UM DIESEN EINTRAG HIER FERTIG ZU SCHREIBEN OHHH MEIN GOTT ICH KANN NICHT MIT MIR SELBST UGHGHG) hier in LJ ausgekotzt hatte, war ICH SO MOTIVIERT, dass ich zumindest einen Teil des Schlafzimmers beräumt habe. (VOR ZWEI WOCHEN, ALLES WAS HIER DRUNTER STEHT, HABE ICH VOR ZWEI WOCHEN GEMACHT!!!!!!)

Also alles, was man so nachts um zwei Uhr noch machen kann, ohne, dass einen die Nachbarn hassen. Bügeln zum Beispiel. Das ist die beste haushaltsverbundene Therapie ist, die es gibt. :D (Ich schaue währenddessen immer Folgen von Bob Ross auf Youtube, UNENDLICHE ENTSPANNUNG VERY SIMPLE VERY SIMPLE, LASST MICH EIN BERGSEEN-PANORAMA MALEN). Weil ich dann immer noch so angespannt war, habe ich mich in einen Reparier-Wahn gestürzt und mich mit Alleskleber bewaffnet, auf unsere alten ausgelatschten Hausschuhe gestürzt, denen ich auf keinen Fall den Gnadenschuß geben wollte. pinkus Tastatur, die das Opfer einer Kaffeetasse geworden ist, hab ich auch wieder hingekriegt und wenn das Licht der Laternen auf unserer Straße besser wäre, hätte ich bestimmt auch noch Öl beim Auto nachgefüllt, sämtliche Reifen gewechselt und die Karrosserie neu lackiert.

SO, jetzt hab ich aber genug angegeben mit meiner Produktivität (VON VOR ZWEI WOCHEN. MIR ENTGEHT DIESE IRONIE NICHT, WIRKLICH NICHT), eigentlich wollte ich nämlich Reviews zu den drei Büchern schreiben, die ich in den letzten ... drei Monaten gelesen habe. (UND IN DEN LETZTEN ZWEI WOCHEN)

Was für eine magere Ausbeute, ugrghs.

( Die Cover-Farbe für dieses Jahr ist rot )

Gotham City is on the brink of war again, eight years after the death of Harvey Dent and the fall of Batman. Eight years and Bruce Wayne hasn’t left his home or put on the cape and helmet, watching Gotham wither and die. But when a new evil arises – masked villain Bane – it’s time for Gotham’s one and only hero to make his big comeback and go out with a big fantastic bang.

( ”I )

The annual "Hunger Games" are about to begin in the dystopian society of Panem (North America after a really bad and shitty war) and young Katniss volunteers to save her sister from the fight to the death between 24 boys and girls from the twelve districts where only one can survive. Together with her friend Peeta she tries to struggle through the horrible fights and the arbritrariness of the mass media that stage the Hunger Games as a big reality tv event.

( “Review )

( Why am I watching this oh my God I'm such a whore )

Btw: this is part one of my project to review at least fifteen movies in 2012 (Avengers does count as 10 movies), so you can await a year full of ranting and screaming and obviously those reviews are not going to get me into film school but it's all in good fun. =D

I LOVE YOU STEVEN MOFFAT!!!!!  *cling*

( This is as spoilery as spoilers can get you have been warned )

Okay, so I just finished this book. And it was.
I don't know. 
It took me like two months to finish it which is a horribly long time for some 570 pages and I had to read the second "Monster High" in between because it was just too... depressing and boring sometimes. 
The book is about the life of an Arabian family in Palestine during the 1920s to 1960ies, it was written in 1984. 
It covers a lot of historical and political information about the "Nahost-Konflikt", how it started, how the British guys behaved during it (badly. Oh so very badly), how the war tortured the poor and weak and powerless who don't really care who is there to rule them. 
Combined are the experiences of one specific Arabic boy whose father is a famous and powerful leader among the Palestine people who goes from "stupid, chauvinistic dimwit" over "at least he is capable of learning" to "resigned old man who fought for everything and won nothing". Oh and he kills his daughter because she defies him after 20 years of being the typical Arabic daughter.
What this book taught me: Arabian people usually the men are cruel, lazy, complain a lot, are only interested in sex and killing their next kin, would never show any kind of compassion for anyone and are responsible for their own misery.
Yeah, awesome moral, don't you think?
This book shoves every cliché about Arabian men and women into one family only and plays them totally straight. 80% of this book are about sex or hatred, how the Koran is forbidding the first and fueling the second, how the first one drives everyone crazy (the final breakdown resulting in his death for the main character is - after he fought against whole nations single handedly, lost and overcame this mindcrushing loss - that his daughter isn't a virgin anymore) and how the second one is the only driving force for the Arabian people because they are in no way zelaous or want to do anything for their "country". 
Whereas the Jewish people are downright saints and although I can understand that to a degree (he only describes extraordinate people like generals and very open-minded Jews) it's just incredible how biased this book is.  Arabs are bad, Jews are good and although the author tries to explain why the Arabian people are like that - it just doesn't come off as critical enough: he repeats himself over and over again, (the point about sex and hatred) and sometimes, he just feasts on cruelty (rape, murder, massacres) conveying a message for the maybe not so educated and well-read reader (which in all arrogance, I claim to be, because I researched about Middle East conflict after  I finished that book) that Palestine, Saudi-Arabie, Egypt and all the other nations are cruel places where no one wants to live and no one should ever desire to go there. Especially women come off as pitiful people - which is also understandable to a degree because being a woman in hardline conservative muslim families can be incredibly hard. But still, it's just too much sometimes. 

All in all, I surely wouldn't reccomend this book to anyone who wants a well thought through look on the developments in the Middle East but maybe you should read it and form an opinion yourself - maybe I was too stupid to see the more subtle tunes in this book. 
Imho, it was a lenghty, sometimes shitty and paianful read, occasionally better because of the 1001-night-esque descriptions of wealth, but that was it. 

Blahblah, I'm off to bed now. Maybe with a Monster High book.