I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WATCH THE CONJURING YESTERDAY. That fact surprised me, considering the weather and (very) high chance of running out of seats at the cinema. Thankfully, there were still some seats available. In the third row. Where the frights get up close and personal. And where strangers can see and hear us freak out like nobody’s business.
I should be writing a review of this AND Gone Girl, but instead I’m working and reading Wikipedia entries of the cases Ed and Lorraine Warren have worked on.
It’s not like I don’t have notes. It’s just that they aren’t gelling. And while I do tend to ramble in my reviews, I usually try to make sure that my rambling has some sort of cohesiveness. As it is, this is what my “The Conjuring” Review notes look like:
- Holy shit
- Why do I have a BJD?
- I want to cosplay as Lorraine Warren
- LAMPSHADING FTW
- This is a mistake. A horrible, terrifying mistake.
- I want my mother
- I will never clap again. EVER.
- Apparently you can only exorcise Catholics
And this is what my “Gone Girl” Review looks like:
- That is the most fucked up thing I ever read, and I’ve read Palahniuk
- I’m afraid that most relationships are actually like this
- THIS IS ACTUALLY A LOVE STORY ISN’T IT?
I’m not sure how to write the reviews. All my drafts end up being too disconnected. To my shame, I handle my frustration by playing Facebook games. I really should stop that.
Maybe I should try a mind-mapping approach to my notes instead?