Further Of The Flophouse

Their Facebook Page, Specifically
As I have already mentioned, the Flopper's FB pages positively hum with activity all the time, moving on to new and different subjects that are frequently nothing to do with films, of the flopping kind or otherwise.

     I did pick up on a thread that asked what films you hated, or which left you cold, that had been drooled over by the critics or the masses or both?  For me one of those had to be "Donnie Darko", which seemed wilfully and pointlessly convoluted for the sake of it.  I've seen it once and have no desire to ever see it again.  Yet it has a substantial reputation.  If I could be bothered I'd go over to IMDB and check out it's rating, except I can't be bothered.  Be my guest.

A killer film about a rabbit.  No, hang on -

     By implication Films Conrad Hates By Default would include all musicals, as I still hate them.  HATE THEM!  I recently caught the end of "La La Land" which partially redeemed itself by playing jazz.  That's as far as I'd care to go in a BOOJUM! analysis of it: "Not too terrible".  Once again, I have never seen "The Sound Of Music" and never intend to.
     "But Conrad!" I hear you question.  "How do you know you don't like it if you haven't ever seen it to give it a chance?"
     Dear Reader, I've never had a tooth extracted without anaesthetic and would never need to do so in order to appreciate that it is EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL.  That is all.

Tra La La Land.  Close enough

     Then again, the question was also asked, which films do you love to bits that have been critically mauled to the point of needing life-support and a 24/7 nursing presence?  For me, that would be "The Signal", which does wonders on a very small budget, has intelligent protagonists and a truly What On Earth final scene.  I notice the IMDB score has risen from the risible 4.5 to a more worthy 6.1.  Check it out.

Says it all, really

     
"Z Nation"
Overall, Conrad feels that there was too much padding in this season. I like the character of Doc, but having two whole episodes devoted to his hilarious dealings with asylum inmates and women with stitching-guns is going too far.
     Now, there are spoilers ahead, so be warned.

     SPOILERS!

Yoghurts.  Or, to some, spoiled milk.
Hence, spoilers.

     Okay, with me still?  Then you cannot complain about any reveals.  Well, you can, except I shall merely point and laugh.  By the end of the episode 10K has been rendered, if not immortal, then pretty darn healthy by comparison with earlier in the season.  Contrarily, Murphy has been gut-shot, so he might die; or he might not, he's mostly zombie anyway.  The same bullet that pierced his innards also hit Roberta, although Conrad remains skeptical about how ballistically likely this is, and it might only have had enough velocity to break her skin.  September will tell.

September's a bit abstract.  Here's Eutelsat instead.

     Rather less ambiguous is the Screenwriter's Get-Out-Of-Everything resort - a flying saucer courtesy of the United States Air Force.  Yes, really.  Or it might be the Underdone Sausage Appreciation Forum, although my money's on the former.
     "Why is that a deus ex machina, Conrad?" I hear you query, in an echo of my own thoughts.
     Well, because Addy threw herself at The Man and toppled both of them off the precipitous edge of a cliff, is why. 

Maddy preparing to be a human missile

 Then Lucy, for reasons that remain obscure - she thinks she can fly? - throws herself after them, to be followed by 5K.  He thinks he's a bird, so there is a rationale there.  We end with the flying saucer powering up a big pointy McGuffin on it's underside, which means it may flip itself backwards over the cliff and rescue all the fallers with it's anti-gravity beam.  Or it may blast Murphy to atoms, whilst the fallers all hit the lake beneath the cliff and survive.  At least those who haven't upped their salary demands.
     Well, September will provide answers!

Answers hopefully
AND LESS PADDING!

A Little Sunshine
Allow me to practice a bit of self-indulgence, and post a photo of pre-breakfast preparations in The Mansion's kitchen of a Sunday morning.  Art?  When you've finished that plate of coal, could you -

Domestic harmony

     Thank you so much.  At the moment the sun has vanished beneath a veil of cold grey clouds, so this is all the memento I have for a moment when the back door could be left open and both cat and dog be trusted not to squall or quibble with each other.



*  "Ghost from the machine" - a convenient plot resolution coming out of left field.