Religion. What is it good for?

Oh, this is going to be an interesting one, can't you feel it?

Let's jump right into it, shall we?

Christianity, if it would ever be permitted to actually use such a collective noun when there are thousands upon thousands of different denominations most of which are more or less enemies of each other and neither are ever capable of actually entirely accepting the views of the others, is deeply, deeply, inconsistent.

See, when the subject of consistency arises in relation to the topic of christianity there are always excuses bounded about.

Example: Why was slavery fine in the old testament? Because those were the times, and slavery was acceptable back then, says the christian. Sure, sunny Jim, but if you're going to argue that point, you've just invalidated every single argument you could ever make based on any part of the scripture whatsoever, because then the Bible is suddenly worth absolutely nothing. See, if what is good and proper in the eyes of god, which really can never be anything but the one and only measure of what is right for any christian, and this point is impossible to argue against since it involves belief in a god that literally defines good by his mere existence, boils down to what is good and proper in that particular era, then we don't need god at all. If the excuse is to be made that the general social context of any situation is what dictates what is good and proper, then god doesn't actually fit in.

In short; you can't both argue that something which was right back then is wrong now AND argue that an eternally unchanging god decides what is right or wrong.

Related to this is that most annoying and very least credible argument that christians basically just follow the good bits and don't give a shit about the bad stuff, like how a disrespectful child should be murdered, because for some reason only the good bits apply to them. What is then either forgotten or intentionally omitted is all the things that the nice bits leave out. If a good christian throws out all the stuff about murdering gay people or people who work on the sabbath and only follows the fourteen or so big ones, that still leaves alot of evil stuff.

For instance, you're still stuck with thinking slavery is alright, because that is something that is never ever denounced in the major commandments, or for that matter in any of the smaller ones. Of course, you don't think slavery is alright, because you're not an evil bastard. I don't chalk this up to just picking and choosing which bits of scripture you like the most, I chalk it up to compartmentalization involving the realization, no matter how unconscious, that morality is really a social construct and nothing that god plonks down in a ready made Unhappy Meal. We all get it; social constructs matter; what society considers to be okay matters, it's not something that we can honestly disregard just because it's not written in some holy text.

This is what we always end up with when analyzing the Bible and how christians relate to it; either the scripture collides with reality to such an extent that the christians themselves reject parts of it because it's bonkers, or the scripture demands arguments be made that invalidate it. Neither option spells success for the Bible, does it?

So, how about you try to make an argument for why slavery is wrong that doesn't in any way clash with either existing commandments in the Bible or the notion of god being eternal and unchanging, then see how it stands up to logical scrutiny.

Oh, and then present some evidence for god, because if you believe nonbelievers go straight to hell, then that absence of evidence is condemning me to eternal suffering. Nice to have that on your conscience, right?

Oh, the huge manatee!

Ahem, roight!

Apparently, I was supposedly too quick to dismiss modern horror movies as piles of gore mixed up with some titties and shotguns.

Indeed, I was pointed to a movie called Grave Encounters, which was regarded by one of my cousins as a shining example of the kind of movie that'll have you shitting your pants inside two hours. Enticing, but I've never been one to fall for hype, oh no siree!

First impressions are good, because the movie is set in an old asylum, and in spite of that particular horse being flattened enough in the preceding years, for a good horror movie an abandoned asylum is fucking awesome. It has a history of madness, mania, dementia, cruelty, barbarism and just a hint of good old fashioned evil.

It gets a gold star as the movie gets going by actually pacing itself. Sure, some might see it as being too slow, but I'd argue that a horror movie must build up suspense, rather than just showing you a bunch of cum shots gory deaths within the first five minutes. The movie goes from not being scary at all, through being a little creepy to full-blown, balls to the wall scares.

The latter bit rips away the gold star, though. Sure, it's never really explained what the fuck happens, which is good, but in the crescendo of the movie appears an actual, fairly corporeal, ghost, the face of which you get to see. It's rather scary, but it kills the mood abit, by showing us what it is we're afraid of. See, this cannot be stressed enough; the shit our brain can come up with to scare us will ALWAYS, without exception, be scarier than what the moviemaker can show us.

Oh, and adding a bit about that all this shit went bananas because the head evil physician was worshipping the devil? Come fucking on! Did you decide to just invalidate all of the scares that came before? "Hey, what's this mysterious presence in the asylum? -Oh, it's just some guy who worshipped satan!"

Of course, all this is shot in the kneecaps completely by one big flaw; you don't give a shit about the characters. They aren't sympathetic worth a damn, and you sure as hell won't be identifying with them. They go from being a bunch of twats to being a bunch of scared twats. There's no character development, and there is also no reason to particularly want them to survive. This is what I'd refer to as "Friday the 13th"-syndrome.

All in all, it was a pretty frightening movie with really creepy visuals, but it fell short of being really pants-shittingly terrifying because of crappy characters and a simple explanation at the end of what had been going on, and also a complete and utter lack of any twist ending.

It'll scare you, but it won't leave you sleepless for a week.

Horror, or what passes for it...

What the fuck happened to horror?! When exactly did horror movie makers decide "Fuck it, I've had enough, let's never make another psychological horror experience ever again!"?

Don't believe me? Name one horror movie made in the last decade that's actually been scary. Other than Dead Silence, that is, which is creepy as all fuck.

The remakes of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street? Oh come on, those are all just action movies where people you don't give a fuck about are killed in exceedingly gory ways

That's not horror. Horror doesn't squick you out, it terrifies you, it makes you afraid to go to sleep, in other words it doesn't simply make that bacon sandwich you're eating seem slightly less apetizing.

The latest example I've been watching is The Final Destination. It's essentially the same as all the other movies in the series; a guy has a vision of his and his friend's deaths, so they get out of there and then death hunts them down in extremely gory and contrived ways.

Now, that series has always been shit in the "Horror" department, and not even once has it actually tried to get under your skin. What does it do? Show you gore and incredibly weird coincidences that lead up to someone biting the dust. Of course, gore doesn't have to be a bad thing, but when you make a series of movies where it is the one and only point of the movies, then it totally is.

I can't help but draw a parallell to porn in how it's presented, and it's not a coincident that there is such a concept as "Gore-nography". See, there's always the same buildup of tension before the person dies, and it ends with an orgasmic crescendo where the moron gets stabbed through the head or whatever. And it's even more like porn in that other movies generally stick to softcore gore, Final Destination goes all in and throws hardcore at you. Most movies cut away when someone is actually crushed by a falling pane of industrial strength glass or shot ten times with a nailgun through the head, but these movies seem to relish in it. It's like the movie makers actually got a jolly out of the whole thing. Instead of showing the money shot, most movies leave the boning implied, but Final Destination has no such consideration.

It's shit, that's what it is!

Well, that's quite unique!

I'm rather proud of just today having had an experience that very few can say they've had, namely having been simultaneously insulted about how stupid and useless I am and complimented on how helpful and good at my job I am.

See, this guy wanted help with a matter, but I couldn't help him. From what I could tell, there was nothing I could do. So I told him I'd connect him to someone else and put him on hold. Grabbing the attention of one of our coaches, I asked if she could figure out what the matter was.

Unfortunately, it turned out that there was an error in our system, and the man had been right all along, so I had the unfortunate job of explaining this to him and apologizing that we had made a mistake.

So, I took him off hold and explained the situation, and how we would remedy it. He was quite grateful that I was able to help him, and so he told me how helpful I was and how useless the other guy was. It turns out he thought I was a separate guy from the one he spoke to first.

So, beat that; I was told how great I was compared to myself who was a complete moron.

Isn't life great?

Dezz!

Today, the topic will be death!

No, not in an emo way, shut up!

Thing is, I'm a big fan of finding shit out about the world, and death therefore fascinates me because we can know everything there is to know about it except what it's like.

Of course, the crux is that it is like nothing, in a very literal way, and that's very hard to visualize.

It's easy to imagine death as simply being blackness for all eternity, but that doesn't really cut the mustard for me. See, in order for there to be blackness, there'd have to be a consciousness to perceive it. Black, after all, is simply the result of an object absorbing most visible light, it's not an actual concept of nothingness.

But how do you imagine total oblivion? You're not seeing or hearing, you're just simply not at all. Everything just ceases. Me, I don't really fear that; I rather feel comforted by it. The concept of some kind of hell where anyone who doesn't worship the correct omnipotent cretin end up is far more frightening to me, if only because I'm unable to believe in a god in the first place!

Oblivion, on the other hand, has a sort of beautiful finality to it. You'll cease to be entirely, you won't feel pain or anguish, you won't feel boredom or fear. Best of all, you won't know that you're dead, and you'll certainly not miss being alive. You simply won't be, at all. You'll go from a state of being to a state of not being, which is exactly the state that you started out with before you were conceived.

It's great, isn't it? You get to experience a, hopefully, happy and fullfilling life, and when it's over you won't have to go all nostalgic about it because you'll be stone dead!

Holy racial metaphor, Batman!

It rerally surprised me how spent I'd feel after three weeks of just sitting on my arse and doing nothing all day while a teacher explained the intricacies of something I'm supposed to do for a living later on. It shouldn't, though, seeing as how that's what I've been doing between the ages of 6 and 25 pretty much non-stop.

What also surprised me was how fun it would be solving problems for people. I know it's not particularly funny whenever I'm being serious, but it's really fulfilling to actually sort something out and be thanked for it afterward. Unfortunately, I have yet to have a taste of trying to help out an enraged dickpiston, so whether I'll hate the arsehole or just laugh my pretty big arts off is still up in the air.

This is the part where I throw another surprise in your face; my body sorta set itself in "I wanna work, dammit!"-mode, so on the weekends I'm basically bored out of my mind, just waiting for the work week to start again so I get the feeling I'm actually doing something worthwhile. I guess this is the feeling that is the only thing standing between working people and the next office massacre. I only wish I'll get to go to a party and get shitfaced at least once before the buzz wears off and I decide to initiate a nuclear war by phoning NORAD (Cookies to whoever gets the reference)!

A lazy top list!

Tonight, I just felt like making a really lazy post without all the intellectual intricacies that most people will insist I couldn't write to save my life.

So, I give you: Top Five Most Attractive Celebrities. Yup, it doesn't get more generic and uninspired than that!

#10: George Clooney. No, it's actually not only a prominent feature of my standup routine, he is an incredibly good looking fellow.

#9: Sarah Alexander. No, don't have an explanation for that one.

#8: Anne Hathaway. If only they could shrink her eyes slightly...

#7: Linda Cardellini. And no, I've never seen the Scooby Doo-movie!

#6: Yvonne Strahovski. Come on, most of my friends are nerds, what were you expecting?

#5: Hugh Laurie. You know he belongs on this list!

#4: Angelica Alm. And yes, I'm a huge fan of Så Ska Det Låta.

#3: Milla Jovovich. That one doesn't need an explanation.

#2: Ashley Williams. No, not the character from Mass Effect, you son of a silly person!

#1: Katy Brand. And no, don't fucking google it!

Good night.

DDT: I still know what you drank last summer! AKA Part 2!

As promised, here comes the continuation of yesterday's post.

To start it with a bang, I'm going to introduce you to a little something I sampled at a pub in Cork on my vacation, namely the Red Breast Cask Strength.

This is not something for the faint of heart. Really, if you've got a weak heart, just looking at this drink will probably send you to kingdom come. Like any self respecting cask strength whisky, this one will knock you on your arse. It packs quite a punch, and not just in terms of alcohol content, but in terms of strength of flavour. It contains all the flavour of the regular Red Breast, but in higher concentration, so it hits you harder at first, and then takes a little while longer for you to taste all of it.

Served the same any as whiskey, only with the addition of a couple of drops of water to release the flavours properly.

Next!

Ah, yes, the Jameson Gold Reserve! I got a bottle of this from my girlfriend's mother as a present for my 25th birthday, and it is something quite special.

The first thing one notices is that it doesn't pack a punch. It's surprisingly soft and smooth, even for a Jameson. It is, in general, much more subdued than the regular version, and the flavour tends to come somewhat later, adding a lot in terms of aftertaste than is common for a smooth whisky. It could, quite fairly, be described as both the most delicious and the most delicate expression of Jameson's whiskey.

Serve only to those deserving and able to appreciate it.

I'll end tonight's issue with a little overdue surprise, namely the Innis & Gunn Rum Cask ale. It's quite rare for ales to be aged at all, and this is, in fact, the major selling point of I&G.

I found that this very special brew has the very best qualities of both light and the dark beer; it's sweet and aromatic, but also powerful in taste, with relatively mild bitterness. If I were the kind of snob who ascribed characteristics such as "Divulges faint notes of chocolate", I'd kill myself. But before that, I'd say there is indeed a hint of dark chocolate somewhere in there.

Serve chilled in a tankard, in a british pub.

DDT: I know what you drank last summer! AKA Part 1!

Ladies and gentlemen, Drwhyn's Drink Time, or DDT for short, is back in action! After an enlightening, but by no means ensobering, trip to Ireland, and an equally tipsying trip to my mother's holiday house, I'm read to line up some beverages that will enthrall you, either with incredibly high or incredibly low quality.

Let's get this show on the road!

We'll start off with some cider, namely Bulmer's Original, known as Magner's outside of the Republic of Ireland.

It tastes of absolutely nothing, with notes of bitterness and broken promises. There are certain things which one can expect of a cider; sweetness; dryness; fruitynessness, but none of those are present in this one. It's just incredibly bland and tasteless.

Should be served chilled in a pint glass, to someone who hates beer and with the lie that it is, in fact, beer. They'll believe you, AND they'll think it's delicious for a beer. A win-win!


Next on the list is something even less encouraging; Pisang Ambon, a banana liqueur.

This one tastes, unsurprisingly, of banana, and some may view that as a good thing. The problem is that the taste of alcohol combined with banana makes it incredibly similar to banana flavoured liquid penicilin, which I was forced to drink at times when I was younger. I'm afraid those scars will never go away, so this one simply makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Should be served in a medicine cup, and followed by a piece of chocolate to enourage the person in question to actually drink the damn thing.


But let's move on to happier things, namely a whisky!

First, we have a 12 years aged Red Breast, a single pot still whisky, made by the Jameson distillery in Midleton, County Cork, Republic of Ireland.

The first thing one notices when smelling the spirits is quite a distinct note of wood, courtesy of the slightly longer than average aging. Of course, as its made by Jameson, it has that signature whiff of softness and rich flavour that goes with the territory, but a taste reveals invigorating surprises.

The taste is also quite woody, and the flavours are rather deeper and more complex than your average Jameson. You'll find just a tiny bit more kick and slightly less of the sweetness and fruitynessness of Jameson, but the emphasis is still on rich flavour as opposed to strength.

It's clear that this whisky has got a lot of thought put into it, and it's of very high quality. I would recommend it to anyone, even higher than most scotch single malts.

Serve in a Glencairn whisky tasting glass, at room temperature and with a glass of water next to it.

Tomorrow, I'll be continuing this foray into the world of Irish beverages with a few incredibly interesting additions. Tune in then!

'MERICUH!

Isn't the US of A just a very very nutty country? Politically, that is.

I mean, I know the stereotype is that americans are generally idiots, but I find it much more fascinating how bonkers their whole political system is.

First, we have the wonderful subject of the war between the two main parties, the Democrats and the Evil Bast...I mean Republicans. If you thought the conflicts between the swedish parties was weird, you wouldn't believe the kind of shit that the americans like to pull.

Just take the last election, as an example. Obama won, clearly and unambiguously. So, what did the republicans do? Shrug and decide to do better next election?

Well...no. They decided that having a black president on the throne wasn't very american, so they decided to try to bullshit their way to having him removed. Unfortunately, the election results were too clear to try and reverse the decision with some voter fraud, like they did with George W. Bush, so they went after his status as an american citizen. I mean, surely he can't be a true american, he's black!

But do you know who are black? Kenyans! Kenyans are black, Obama is black, therefore Obama must be a Kenyan. QED!

Okay, so he is partially of Kenyan descent, but that doesn't really make him a Kenyan rather than an american, does it?

And the tragic thing is that, in spite of Obama very quickly producing incontrovertible proof of his american birth, there are still Evil Bas...Complete moro...republicans who believe that he's just faking it and is, in fact, not eligible to be president.

Oh, but it gets better, moving on to...

Second, there is the complete and utter lack of pragmatism in american politics, mostly on the Evil B...republican side. Fact of the matter is, the country is facing a severe economic crisis, and not just in terms of the major recession, but in terms of the failing government finances. The government is shagged. It simply can't pay its bills and its loans are spiralling out of control. What do the Evil Mor...republicans want to do about it? Why, lower taxes of course! Because everybody knows that if you have too little money, lowering your income will solve the problem! What the hell, boneheads?

But, of course, they are interested in one thing only; small government. They want a minimal government that lets society mostly run and regulate itself. Unless you're talking about sex, in which case the government will suddenly have to grow massively and control every single inch of your penis and/or vagina.

Naturally, however, the concept of small government does in no way include the military, which, equally naturally, has to be the largest military in the whole wide world. Larger, in fact, by far than any other, and making up more than 40% of the total military spending of the entire world. How they manage to reconcile a small government with a monumentally massive military? Fucked if I know.

Either way, the republicans will run their bullshit policies even if it means driving the country to the ground. It doesn't matter if the country will implode without raised taxes, the republicans will insist on lowering them anyway.

That was, actually, what got them a significant, and by significant I mean idiotic, victory last year; the country was facing a crisis of government lending, and had to make a decision on whether or default on their payments, and therefore send the whole government to hell and stop paying all their bills, or raising their debt ceiling. Why, that sounds simple enough, an idiot could see what to do here!

Well...no, not these idiots. See, Obama had the good sense to demand that they actually follow the raising of the debt ceiling with tax increases and spending cuts to actually fix the problem rather than simply postpone it. The Evil Shitheads would have none of that! Instead, they refused to allow the bill to pass, thereby playing a game of chicken with the whole american government in the pot, unless those plans were scrapped. So, they won, because they were fully willing to drive the country into the ground, and the democrats weren't. That's right, the republicans would not have hesitated for a moment to destroy the american government just to stop tax increases. That isn't just stupid, that's insane!

The worst bit is, there is a third, and here it comes:

Third, the USA is a third world country with regards to social systems and human rights.

That's right, a third world country. After all, it has poverty and homelessness up the bum, they pay more than most countries for schools and healthcare, but the results are far from the best.

Heck, they even lack something as basic as universal healthcare. Do you know what the absence of that does? It makes it so that people refuse to seek preventative care, and only go to the doctor when it's too late to prevent problems so it'll cost a shitload more in the end. And what happens then? Well, they can't pay it, so the government will be forced to foot the bill anyway since hospitals are legally obligated to provide necessary emergency care even if the person can't pay for it. It's dumb. It's cheap. It's dumb cheap.

But what about the human rights? Well, the US still hasn't managed to ban human sacrifice the death penalty. This most cruel and barbaric punishment, based on the notion that what we really need is A) to scare people into not committing crimes, which doesn't fucking work, and B) that we really need to satiate the bloodthirst of the proponents of the death penalty.

Also, we have the matter of the UN Convention on the rights of the child, which the US has refused to ratify, because fuck children, I guess.

So, you see, the US is severely screwed up, politically. But that's alright, because it's the land of the free, and the home of the brave, and they singlehandedly saved the world in WWII! Or whatever bullshit they want people to believe.

Yeah, there's no better way to learn to appreciate our own political system than to look at the US.

Return with a Review!

So, now it's time for the triumphant return of Up The Arts, and I've decided to do it with a movie review.

The movie in question is Prometheus...IN 3D!

Of course, it won't be a professional review; I'm a political science major, not a homosexual (If you get the reference, pat yourself on the back. If you don't, have a whank). I'll just pick a few categories and slag off/praise the movie accordingly.

Let's get this show on the road, then! Oh, and by the way, of course there will be spoilers, so if you haven't seen the damn thing, don't come whining to me if I ruin it for you.  

The 3D: This was actually my very first time going to see a 3D movie at the cinema. No, it had nothing to do with me thinking that it's a stupid bullshit gimmick that studios use as another excuse for replacing good storytelling with fancy graphics. My motivation was much more noble; I'm sure as hell not going to pay an extra three or four pounds worth just to get a couple of silly glasses to go with the popcorn.

And FYI, the popcorn weren't even THAT good.

But anyway, back to the 3D!

It actually really impressed me. Unfortunately I'd heard previously that the 3D at that particular cinema is rather sub-par, and I have nothing to compare it to, but it impressed me anyway.

Of course, the pre-movie trailer-athon was just trying to squeeze a bunch of paper cutouts of the main character into every shot, and that looked like shit, but in the movie itself the 3D effect did a lot for the immersion by vastly improving the depth of vision.

Of course again, I wasn't given the impression that things were actually flying at me rather than just being on the screen, which would, on reflection, have been fucking annoying in the long run, but the effect made many scenes look more vivid and realistic, and it allowed the movie to drag me in properly. The movie also gave me the impression that they weren't actually trying their hardest to sell the 3D gimmick as the only reason to watch the movie, and they were not really just making a bunch of shots to showcase it all the time in what can only be described as graphical masturbation.

All in all, the 3D thingamafuck was very good, and contributed something tangible to the cinema experience.  

The graphics:

Graphically, the movie was, in a word, modern. It had a lot of fancy special effects and naturally had to somehow shoehorn in a dust cloud like every movie and their dog's aunt's kitchen sink.

However, unlike shitty movies like Star Wars Episode III, it wasn't drenched in CGI up the bum, which was gratifying. It had a lot of elaborate and fancy sets, and I feel the aesthetics of the movie set the tone fairly well. And by that I mean that Noomi Rapace was smoking hot.

Therefore I have to say that the graphical side of the movie was very good as well. It used the latest in graphical engineering, but it was a means to an end, not an end of its own.  

The characters:

This is the first point where the movie really suffers. Normally, any high profile release such as this will have two main elements that dominate the acting; well known actors or unknown good actors. Those two elements are then mixed to varying degrees. This mix wasn't very good. Most actors were complete and utter unknowns. Now, this needn't be a bad thing, but in this movie it's coupled with the fact that their characters are usually entirely uninteresting or entirely unlikeable.

What we got stuck with was about three high profile actors and as many characters we could connect with. In a cast of 17, those aren't good statistics, especially since Charlize Theron doesn't land in either category.

Most characters are either bland and lacking any personality, or are morons who you don't really mind dying. Heck, even the big heroic sacrifice at the end loses its sting when you realize that you don't give a flying shit about either of the three people dying.  

The story:

Okay, this is where the movie really lands in the shit. Let's get the most obvious point over with; yes, it's a fucking prequel-ish to Alien. The "-ish" comes from the fact that the makers of the movie supposedly wanted to make a movie that comes before Alien in the same universe, but wanted it to stand on its own. So why the flying fuck is the megacorporation called "Wayland", why is there a dead alien in the storage room of the engineer ship, and why on earth does an alien pop out of the engineer in the last scene, why does the movie have a fucking android with a hidden agenda? Did the makers just run out of ideas around the 29th gin and tonic of the evening?

Come on, you can't have it both ways. If you want this movie to stand on its own, drop the fucking Alien imagery, alright? Yes, we get it, this is where aliens come from. We figured that out around the time the name Ridley Scott flashed on the screen in the fucking pre-intro credits! Having a few indications that it might be the same universe would be cool, but this movie constantly screams "HEY, THIS THING HAPPENED IN ALIEN TOO, REMEMBER? SEE THIS THING, IT'S LIKE ONE OF THE FACEHUGGERS FROM ALIEN! AND THIS CHICK GETS IMPREGNATED BY A WEIRD LIFEFORM, KINDA LIKE FUCKING ALIEN! DID WE MENTION THIS MOVIE IS CONNECTED TO THAT ONE? YOU KNOW, ALIEN!

Aside from that, what the hell happens in this movie? Yes, I know what happens, but what the hell happens? The movie is all over the place. The movie is constantly conjuring up more and more contrived reasons for people to go back and forth between the ship and the cave, and things happen without any sort of consistency or logic behind them whatsoever. Here's the thing people need to learn about movies before they make one: they need to make sense internally. If a sticky black goo has one effect on someone at one time, it should have the same fucking effect on someone another time, but in this movie the goo just seems to be liquid Plotconvenientum, used as nothing more than a vehicle to drive the plot forward.

And how about the movie actually answering a single one of the questions that pop up, huh? Why the hell did the aliens create humans? Why the hell did they decide to wipe us out? Why the hell did the aliens decide to give humans directions to a supposedly secret bioweapon laboratory? What was really the instructions given to the android by Mr Wayland? Why the buggery biggles did he look less like a very old man and more like a 25 year old who'd spent a few too many nights in the bathtub? Why did the resident corporate hottie shag the captain?

You know what, the story made the movie a disappointment all by itself. It fucked everything up. The action scenes were pretty good, the main character was believable, the setting was intriguing, but they just fucked it up with an stupid and incomprehensible plot.

Of course, we all know why that happened; because they wanted to set up a solid, in the same way that a hard shit is solid, sequel hook so they'd be paid for another movie after this one. They couldn't answer any questions, because they knew that if they did then someone might realize for a split second that a sequel would be absolutely pointless, which it still is.

This movie wasn't terrible, on account of the good things in it, but it's not particularly good because it's dragged down by the shitty plot. Don't expect too much if you decide to watch it.