Long time, no journal entry! For those of you who care, I did not fail my Genetics lab. Yay!

And now the reasons I've been absent. I went to spend a couple of weeks with my dad in London, which was so, so much fun. He's the most amazing person in the world. Dad, if you're reading this, I love you!

I have a broken toe. Like, it turned the nastiest shade of purple/blue/black known to mankind, and it still hurts like fuck. Ow, ow, ow, ow!

My boyfriend's mom has Stage Four colon cancer. Her doctors don't expect her to last the year, so he's moving home to be with her until the end. I just... I don't know what to do or say to help him.

And now, for those of you still reading, the movie reviews! Better late than never, right?

Wolverine: Origins

If I tried to pinpoint the exact moment this ginormous clusterfuck of a movie went wrong, I'd have to say that it went downhill the instant the movie started.

Hugh Jackman, one of the most gorgeous, talented men in the business, managed to delver his lines without a drop of the charisma that defines the character. He was as dull and wooden as a soup spoon, and not even giving us a brief peek at his ass made up for it.

Liev Schreiber, normally one of my favorite actors, was nearly as horrible. That made Jackman look a little better. After all, if Liev Schreiber can't act his way around a shitty script, how can we expect Hugh Jackman to do it?

My friend Ford said, "It was like watching someone take a poorly written, out of character fanfic and translate it to film." I could not agree more.

Ryan Reynolds, God bless the man, did what he could to give the movie a few redeeming qualities, but not even his shoulders are broad enough to carry the non-stop fuckery that was Origins.

Taylor Kitsch was tolerable if only because he wasn't given enough screen time to destroy Gambit.

As a long-time X-Men fan, I was hoping and praying that Origins would make up for the fuckwittage of X3. It just made matters worse.

Star Trek

Dear Cast of Star Trek, thank you for not sucking Ferengi balls.

I grew up with an uncle (that's ~Yoda-Ganny for those who don't know) who taught me Vulcan, Elvish (no related to ST but still cool), and bits of Klingon. I come from a family of proud Trekkies, and I can speak for us all when I say that this movie is what Star Trek is supposed to be about.

There's a little bit of Dean Winchester and a whole lot of Hawkeye Pierce in Chris Pine's Jim Kirk. He plays the role with so much confident intelligence and humor that you immediately understand why his crew is willing to trust him with their lives. He comes off as a reckless pretty boy, but his determination to get the job done and do it well make him a character you respect because of, not in spite of, his quirks.

Zachary Quinto, as we Heroes fans already knew, is possibly one of the most brilliant actors in the world. As Spock, he never settles on showing one emotion at a time. A tiny raise of a brow here, a little quirk of the lips there, and somehow, it all perfectly fits the character when it easily could have seemed overdone. His offbeat humor and ability to make "live long and prosper" sound like "die in a fire" make him a wonderful addition to the reboot cast.

However brilliant Pine and Quinto are, Karl Urban manages to outshine them both. With his flawless timing and comical expressions, he's the perfect Leonard "Bones" McCoy. He bitches and whines from start to finish, serving as the perfect foil to the relentlessly good-natured Kirk and emotionally repressed Spock. Urban's version of McCoy is a bit like Gregory House; he's a skilled doctor, but you need thick skin to put up with him for any length of time.

The entire cast was amazing, but those three are in a class all their own.