Saturday, 25 October 2008

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  Traumatised

  Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned... I am pleading guilty to have watched High School Musical 3...on the first day of its release, for heaven's sake! *Wails*

  I am so repulsed by that dreadful, pathetic reason for a movie that I don't even know where to start my rant on its horrible-ness. To any HSM die-hard fans reading this, kindly evacuate this blog immediately before you combust, or you can continue reading, but promise not to murder me in my sleep. That means you, sis.

  Let me start with the...non-existent wretched plotline. Basically, it's the same as its predecessors: Troy and Gabriella all happy and mushy; big show coming up; Sharpay spoils things while Ryan looks dumb; show is almost ruined by Sharpay; then -TADAA!- Troy and Gabriella pops up out of nowhere to save the day. Hoo-ray...not.

  There it is, HSM3 in a nutshell for you, so you don't have to waste your life away watching that...thing. Especially if your cinema ends up being filled to the brim with losers, like mine did. HSM3 logo comes up? They clapped. Sharpay opens her all-pink locker? They whoa-ed. Troy and Gabriella kissing? They whooped.

  God. Just. Just. Someone, get me out of there, will you? But nobody did. Unfortunately.

  I feel like venting my frustration and revulsion on other things in the movie as well, so here goes...

  

  Not. Vegas. Just...no effing way.

  

  Why do I feel like I have seen something similar to this before? The Notebook, anyone?

  

  The only thing I like about this scene is the lighting. Just that, and nothing else.

  I could very well plague this post with more HSM dirt, but I wouldn't torture people like that, would I? If you want to kill a few brain cells of yours sometime, go catch this flick. For now, I shall go wash my eyes, ears, everything of this HSM filth.

  I'm feeling: Nauseated     

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