Let’s talk about “The Number Four”

This sci-fi thriller starts with a strange, unexplained, fight scene in some deep forest, where a strangely limber and dextrous youth fights off an amorphous monster. You know you are watching a good movie when a fight scene is balanced and graceful. T4’s manages the opposite. Dark and blurry, the fight scene is over-the-top and has horrible graphics. It is so terribly done that the entire scene borders on laughable. And that is just the beginning of a movie fraught with terrible dialogue that would be funny if it wasn’t so ridiculously terrible. 

As to the plot, as much as it tries to be mysterious and unique, again, it manages the opposite. Instead, the movies’ sad attempts at originality fall far short of the probably expensive marketing campaign. The “alien” artifacts are, similar to the beginning, completely over-the-top, complete with all the glowing, flashing, and spacey shimmer that any 12 hear old science nerd would die for. This goes the same for the evil Mogdorians, whose names give just a hint as to what what they look like.

Unlike the action and the crazy fight scenes, the emotion is as flat as a piece of tissue paper. Almost every line is delivered with the same dull, expressionless tone that doesn’t fail to disappoint. There are occasional funny parts; unfortunately not enough to keep an audience interested. Also, they manage to appear at some of the most awkward moments, which manages to make the most serious and interesting scene seem completely unnatural and comical. NBD though. The characters are all super attractive. Not quite enough to distract from how horrible the dialogue is, but enough to keep you watching the freaking movie.

So, in the end, you are left with really attractive characters that were scripted with horrible dialogue, an unbelievable storyline, and graphics that will make any science fiction movie buff cry. Honestly, this movie falls right between “want to scratch my eyes out” and “I want to watch a terrible movie for a good laugh.” It is like a knock-off “Push,” which would be a much better way to waste about an hour and forty five minutes of your life.

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What the hell?

So this is one of those stories that no one cares about, so take that into account before you waste your life reading this post.

So I went shopping the other day at Nordstrom for some quality clothes and stumbled upon a few shirts that I liked, courtesy of American Rag. Now, I own enough shirts to know that I am consistently a medium in shirt size. So, this is where the mistake is made, I buy the shirt. WITHOUT TRYING IT ON. Normally I try everything on, even socks, so for me to take this kind of chance is ground breaking. Now I look like a really hot circus tent with legs. ihateyouamericanrag

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