Edge of Darkness

Wake at 9am knowing that Edge of Darkness has finished downloading. Insatiable lust to see Mel Gibson face looking angry fills heart and have barely rolled day’s first cigarette by time beginning credits roll. Flatmate Johnny has already left for work and other flatmate Tom is AWL. Decide to forgo what self would usually do when found alone in  flat which leaves impossible-to-deny-conclusion that self feels more strongly for Gibson than self does for own carnal satisfaction.

Revenge saga explodes through front door of Gibson house and his Boston Irish accent can barely keep up as he embarks upon bringing down go-to-company-owner-who-wants-apocolypse-actor Danny Houston. Conduct online research into whether film made profit and am disappointed to learn that total domestic gross did not out-measure budget, which could be anywhere between $60 million and $80 million (as imdb does not agree with boxofficemogo).

Before everyone starts dying from Gibson gun and/or radiation poisoning, bing noises on laptop that means The Wolfman has finished downloading. Uh oh. Gibson keeps interest because now Gibson really angry so defection to del Toro does not occur on VLC player.

Self comes close to crying but embarrassing final walk towards bright window with Gibson and Gibgirl signifying afterlife staves off urge. Realise upon deeper thought and reevaluation of self mind eye that Gibson has been wearing crucifix throughout whole film and that whole film potentially masturbatory papal propaganda. Feel cheated by Gibson once more. Know as fact that self would have enjoyed film even more than self did had self watched film decade ago. Realise this actually did happen back when self watched Ransom on VHS in parents’ living room one night after school. Also realise that self downloaded Ransom few months ago and was disappointed. Realise that Edge of Darkness contributed nothing to cinema. Continued self-discovery imparts new found wisdom that self has, after all, been touching self…

About josh-in-reel-life

Often disgruntled blogger.
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