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Sunday, May 31, 2009 !@#$% 9:30 PM

warning; very harsh Camp Rock review, I suggest fans steer away from this whole junk

I feel like crying. Tears of blood that is. I just watched Camp Rock and I feel Zhi Hao, honestly. It was the most cliche... thing... I've seen in my whole entire life. It's no where NEAR a decent film. You can predict EVERYTHING, every single freaking thing that's about to happen and you dread every living moment you'll spent waiting for it to end because your ears will bleed with the songs that sound like it came out from the Hi-5 producers, filtered for a three-year-old's ears which most probably will make it bleed pus or something and make the toddler choose to want to be straped to an airplane with it's nose plunging down ten thousand feet, maybe more than that, and scream till their little lungs filled with oxygen give out and they'll die ungrateful deaths because their mothers or sisters or brothers made them go through Camp Rock. -I'm frustrated, yes. I tried to watch it with an open mind but I'm sorry. Hell, I can't even tell the difference between the voices of the two leads, how the hell am I gonna analyse the simple song lyrics? I feel like drowning myself in Edgar Ellen Poe's blood for bloody Mary's sake and that's mild compared to what I've gone through. The plot is so freaking thin, people probably only see it because they're Jonas fans or wanted to kill themselves and view jumping of buildings or hara kiri to simple!. I'm sorry Jonas fans, no offence to them what so ever, I may hate them, but I hate their music, not as people. And for goodness sake, what is Hollywood trying to do to the good name of rock?! Whatever the hell song that was featured in the... thing... was no where near rock music so why name it Camp Rock? -No, I have not done my revision on the movie, but I am displeased with what they're pointing to our young children today what rock is and what rock should be.- Rock is NOT Nick Jonas(if the dude can sing, fine, I'll give him credit. I'm not giving him anything). It is Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, hell, I'll say Slayer's fucking rock because it's too emo to be emo and too rock to be fucking roll. These people make rock look like High School fucking Musical- at least I lived through that with all the Zanessa love-gauging-my-eyes-out shit. I don't get how people are so crazy over the show when they know what's about to happen. Like, Oh, she's gonna totally do this in three seconds and the character actually freaking does it! Where the hell is the shock factor, the ORIGINALITY?! If this is what young people call a fantastic Disney original then I've got nothing else left to say. The classics, Snow White, The Little Mermaid, Lion King- Sequels, Prequels, Subquels, whatever the hell they call it now, do NOT count- I'd call HSM a classic because at least it had originality. How many times have you seen a guy meets girl, girl fakes her popularity to be the in thing, gets found out, gets hated, performs and WOWS the crowd and gets the prince at last? How many freaking times have you seen that?. I rest my case.

I'm sorry for the lack of paragraphs but it was such a shit movie that it deserved a shit review. I know it's late for a review for this film but hell. It should thank me for even wanting to watch it with a neutral mind in the first place. I'm just giving films enough justice so whatever's given at the Oscars is fair.

Okay, least that's off my chest. I was in such a foul mood the whole day, this really got me balanced again therefore in a way, thank you camp rock. *shakes head* Yeah, so Tuition-ed, Wedding, Aunt's place, Home. The ring of my feet is hurting like hell, I swear to god. Ah, okay, I'm gonna go watch Incredible Tales now, kaybye.


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