Big Fish

I’ve watched a show of unique proportions, and it has always been my favourite to watch movies so creative, so imaginative and ultimately so memorable it will be a show I would remember for a good time to come.

Big Fish, has joined names like Lemony Snickett’s A Series of Unfortunate Events which had been turned into a movie (incidentally, Big Fish is from a book). I can’t very well describe it without spilling spoilers, and I wouldn’t want to as it’s hard to describe.

A mish-mash of interesting tall tales clumped with a father and a son..Big Fish is undeniably good. With Ewan McGregor, one of my favourite actors (and I love his voice and accent - which is why Obi Wan Kenobi was good!), acting as young Edward Bloom, he brought the movie to life.

Alright, initially watching this movie made me a little calmer, more appreciative after arguing with my mum earlier, so I thought I should made up by talking nicely to her, telling her I’m going for bball tomorrow morning, asking her tomorrow’s relative’s dinner is at what time, since the whole thing started off with her and this communication crap.

And she spoiled it all by asking me to sleep minutes ago in the time of writing this, which I said I will later (I’m 17 and need not be told when to frigging sleep), which she retorted sarcastically by bringing up stories YEARS ago, I repeat, YEARS AGO. WTF IS WRONG.

I can’t click with family members anymore - I just can’t. I’m tired of this, sick of this, and I find those cards and presents I gave years ago proclaiming “I love you mum” increasingly fake. Something’s wrong here.