I’m the vocal hostage.
Good day all,
First, a little about me. I’m an oilfield worker in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada. I have the esteemed honour of being engaged to the creator of this site and love her passion for movies. I’ve always loved movies, but more as something to relax to after a long day at work; chill out and watch something stupid or gory to pass a couple of hours. I think Will Farrell is a genius, I think a college campus is the prime setting for ribald fun and I think stupid, high school kids deserve to die horribly (and that it’s perfectly logical for the hot chick to shower after finding her boyfriend skewered to the wall with a patio umbrella). I can tell you if a movie looks good or not, but I won’t tear up describing the symbolic glaven of the crane shot and how the edit cuts to heart of the characters’ plight. I’m the foil to the artistic musings of my kidnapper, Rick to her A.J.
Second, a little about the lady. My lady and movies are a double-edged sword; on one side is a woman willing to sit through any horror film and love every second of it, on the other a woman who wants to watch and indie film about the importance of water for child prostitutes in Bangladesh (I am officially in favor of these unfortunate young women getting water, and out of the life, but I don’t need to spend my Saturday watching it). I think the Stockholm Syndrome has set in because I enjoy all of the movies we see on some level, even if it isn’t what I’m looking for in a film. I have a tendency to exaggerate, so my complaints may come across a little more harshly than I actually feel. I love the lady dearly, but some of the stuff I’ve watched with her borders on gay guys sitting around eating pudding. I’ll watch anything and try to recognize its quality, but I will (vocally) point out my criticisms along the way. I won’t post on every film she does, but I will stand up for the little man and speak up when things get out of control.
Until I work the gag off again, happy viewing,
The Hostage