Some Kind of Hate

30th September 2015.

Mark this date in your calendar fans... For it's a historic occasion indeed.

For this is the day... I officially stop wasting my life taking chances on movies that may or may not be buckets of s***e...

And, stick to the classics.

(Okay, I'll be able to watch the odd dire obscurity... I do SO enjoy mocking them, you know. But really, life is too short to do that a lot...)

And, what of the flick that provoked this sudden change in policy?

Well I liked precisely three things in it: 1. The girl ghostie's razor blade necklace. 2. A cool throat slashing murder scene. 3. A lady getting her brains blown out.

That's it, folks. The rest is just tiresome nonsense about the most lax 'reform' wilderness school in the world, where apparently the criminals are free to have sex all day, smoke and beat each other up. Not surprising... Considering there's only three staff for an entire squadron of ruffians.

Oh, I forgot... They have their phones taken away...

...Which are easily retrieved later by our goth hero by simply going into an office and rummaging around in a cardboard box.

Not exactly boot camp, then...

Is it really worth me bemoaning the non-dimensional characters, the inexplicable behaviour they display throughout and the total absence of anything approaching enjoyment here?

No, it isn't.

I'll simply label it as 'GARBAGE' and move on with my life.

Simple, really.

Ciao. 2/10