I thought that lazing in my house the whole day would be perfect - something which I have never really get to do much ever since the holidays started. So I was snuggled up on the couch pillows and all - with my dog sleeping under the sofa and Batman dvd, ready to watch it and feeling uberly contented.
Whoo boy was I wrong.

JEEZ THE DARK KNIGHT IS LIKE FREAKIN' TWISTED. I was so tramautised. And that is weird. Because people tell me I'm sick sometimes - in a morbid way. But oh mannn I wanted so badly to stop the movie when it was 1.5hours through. Cough. Although the first half an hour I was oogling at Batman. Even Wanted with its extremely coarse language and violent scenes was nowhere near the queasy and unsettling feeling I felt. Ohh the joker is goooddd. He's so twisted. So tramautised that I called my sister up from work and let off a stream of complaints on the movie - which was very good but very horrible at the same time.

And everybody is not happy in this show. Like. No happy emotions whatsoever. Yeah, I prefer my movies happy with happy endings. Yeah. Happy with glowing, radiant faces. Not darky-stern-serious-ominous looks. Okay. Whining now - outta here.