Star Wars: The Last Jedi Review (FULL SPOILERS)

A review of Star Wars The Last Jedi which if you have not seen you should not read because I spoil literally everything. Click through to read post..

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October 2017

Since I have both Halloween and Homework, I don’t have time for another post today. Instead, here’s a great post I found. Check it out!

Thoughts by Grant

This month I’ve been watching Mindhunter. It’s an odd but good show. At times I felt as though the show wanted to be a documentary but for whatever reason that wasn’t feasible.


I liked how it mixed the genres of crime, mystery and horror into one. This isn’t a straight up police procedural. It’s not about detectives solving cases. It’s about trying to prevent violent crimes and spot the signs of a killer early on. That’s what makes it so interesting. It’s a type of crime show I don’t think we’ve quite seen before and I’m looking forward to the next season.

As both a Netflix show and a product of David Fincher, Mindhunter also boasts great production values and a good cast. Although the main character is a little grating. I also want to praise a particular scene right at the end of the season for being one of…

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Holding Out Your Hand

Since I’m feeling in a poem-y kind of mood, here’s a reblog of a Blade Runner 2049 inspired poem I found.

Smoke words every day.

A monochromatic answer to my
neon glow query
A laugh that distils rebuke
to my naive little worry
Nothing really happened
according to you
while I was battling with gigantic spacecrafts
filled with aliens from the galaxy of assumptions
and suddenly
The surroundings turned orange
I walked passively beyond your magnetic repulsion
and found myself free of all that you are
A black hole that sucks in my brightest day
A tsunami that drowns what I’ve built for myself

You realise that something did happen
and walked with a purpose towards me
while I lost mine
The dust-storm turned from orange to grey
and the momentary peace turned into a lasting anomaly
of me turning back towards you,
Watching you make the effort I’d always wanted you to

We walk towards each other
The centre of which has a broken Roman statue
That held its hand towards nothingness
still hoping…

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