Where To Next?

What if you woke up one day and discovered that nobody but you knew who The Beatles were? Their history and their songs just ceased to exist, leaving you to wonder if you were going crazy or if everybody was in on some elaborate joke? Well, that's what happens to Jack. Except, instead of booking an appointment with a psychiatrist (which I would be doing in his situation), he decides to turn his life as a struggling musician around by releasing all of The Beatles' hits as his own. As people begin to hear Jack's songs and he catapults to stardom, his feelings of guilt begin to surface. It's an interesting moral dilemma. While Jack is lying about writing all of the songs himself, no one would ever find out the truth, and even if they did they wouldn't believe him. The true geniuses behind the music technically don't exist, so who is he really hurting? It's hard to imagine what you would do in that situation. While I really enjoyed this movie; the...

I am just going to preface this by saying that I do not like the idea of remakes. Usually an unnecessary exercise, they remake classic movies or TV shows and do a terrible job. They remade Footloose for fuck's sake, FOOTLOOSE! A classic, one of the best movies that the 80s has to offer and they decided to remake it. How dare you disrespect Kevin Bacon like that. I refuse to watch it. And don't get me started on British/Australian TV shows that America has to remake. Can you not just enjoy the original series of Skins? Why does everything have to be Americanised? So anyway, getting back on track, I wasn't super excited when I first heard that Ghostbusters was getting a revival. It sounded like a gimmick to have an all-female cast and I wasn't sure about how it would turn out. I really wanted to see it though because after it came out it seemed like people had some really good things to say about it, and they turned out to be right. Ghostbusters was hilarious. It...