Yes, I have returned!
.—–////——–Here we see Frog reading the comments section…
And I have another review for you!
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Frog Reviews : Beauty and the (Incoherent Wailing)
Hallo. Yes, it’s been a while. I’ve been busy, biding my time. I actually saw several good movies (Logan, Moonlight and The Lego Batman Movie), the reviews of which are forthcoming despite them probably being gone from your local cinema by the time of reading. But really, I wanted a film to hate. A film to boil my blood. I was waiting.
Waiting.
Interminably waiting.
But now….
Strap your arses in lads, for I saw…
I SAW…
//What have they WROUGHT???
Tuam
You should have been cherished.
You should have been loved.
You should have been held.
You should have been warm.
You should have been told every day how wonderful.
How beautiful.
How unique.
How perfect.
You were.
You should have been told that there was never anyone else
That you were the first one like you.
The only one that had ever been
That would ever be.
You.
You should have danced every day.
And caught a smile every morning.
And ran in the rain like a wild one.
And lay in the sun and kicked the clouds.
You should have not have been made a thing in your own country.
Filth.
Broken
Nothing.
We did not love you.
We did not cherish you.
We’re breaking now.
We’re buried with you.
We’re sorry.
We’re sorry.
We’re sorry.
You should have been cherished.
Bill Cipher reviews WEIRDMAGEDDON!
Previously on Unshaved Mouse: Mouse tried to review the series finale of Gravity Falls and it went about as well as you’d expect, with Mouse being possessed by the infinite evil of Bill Cipher who now threatens to turn the real world into an eternal playground for his cosmic malice and doom all humanity. Because it’s always something with this blog, isn’t it? Just saying, you never see this kind of shit on Alternate Ending. Meanwhile, at the secret headquarters of the Legion of Animators.
“JOSEPH SMITH ON A GRAM CRACKER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, DISNEY?!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT! I SWEAR BY THE DARK POWERS IT’S NOT MY FAULT THIS TIME!”
“Somehow, I always knew you’d destroy the world, man.”
“SHUT UP HIPPY! WHY DID WE EVEN LET HIM JOIN?! HE SMELLS LIKE BEAR TURDS!”
“It’s the smell of artistic integrity, man.”
“Gentlemen. Calm yourselves. The situation calls for unity.”
“Miyazaki-san is right. We should listen to him. He is the wisest of all of us.”
“Let us consider: An Nth level fictional construct has gained sentience and escaped to the real world. Even now it’s power grows, and any hope of defeating it becomes slimmer by the second.”
“True.”
“So I’m thinking: Bail?”
“Listen to this man. He’s wise, he’s Japanese, he knows the score. Let’s leave this reality and never come back.”
“Groovy, man.”
“No! Listen to yourselves! If we abandon this world it’s only a matter of time before Bill conquers all of reality. We have to stay! We have to fight! We’re animators! Masters of the Arcane and Dark Arts! Immortal warlocks of inestimable power!”
“I’m not.”
“Shut up Park!”
“Sorry.”
“We have one chance to stop Bill. Listen up…”
***
HEY MONOFORMS! HOW ARE YOU DOING?! I’M SWELL! THE MOMENT OF MY ASCENSION IS NEARLY AT HAND AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME! NO ONE! WHAT, YOU THOUGHT THOSE LOSERS IN THE INTRO CAN SAVE YOU? I LET YOU READ THAT BECAUSE I LIKE TOYING WITH YOU! I KNOW ALL! I SEE ALL! I BE ALL, YO! NOW LET’S FINISH OUR LOOK AT WEIRDMAGEDDON AND SEE HOW I ESCAPED INTO YOUR REALITY AND ALSO HOW LONG YOU CAN GO READING THIS ALL-CAPS TEXT WITHOUT GETTING A HEADACHE! OH, SORRY, IS IT DIFFICULT TO READ? HOW ABOUT IF I SPEAK IN BRIGHT BLAZING YELLOW?! YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! DON’T MAKE ME PULL OUT THE COMIC SANS! I’LL DO IT!!!
Gravity Falls (2012-2016)
Hey everybody! Man, it is so good to be back you have nooooooo idea! I have been waiting for this for a really, really long time.You see, Gravity Falls is my favourite TV show help. Not favourite kid’s TV show. Not favourite cartoon. Favourite TV show help me. Period. Why is it so good? That’s actually an incredibly easy question. With some shows you have to explain the appeal but with Gravity Falls it’s pretty cut and dry.
- It’s gorgeously animated.
- Wonderfully acted.
- Impressively scored.
- Brilliantly written.
help - Frickin’ hi-larious.
Gravity Falls is basically Golden-Age Treehouse of Horror: The Series, combined with some of the best ongoing mystery plotting I can ever recall seeing in a TV don’t listen to him show, regardless of demographic. The show is the creation of Alex Hirsch who was born in 1985…
Screw you, Alex Hirsch.
Just screw you.
The show is the creation of Alex Hirsch and centres on the don’t trust him adventures of the 12 year old Pine twins, Mabel (Kristen Schall) and Dipper (or “Pine Tree” to his friends) (Jason Ritter) who are sent by their parents to spend the summer with their Grand Uncle Stan who’s voiced by Alex Hirsch…
Screw you, Alex Hirsch.
Pine Tree discovers a mysterious journal it’s not me hidden in the forest and soon the twins are investigating the spooooooky goings on in Gravity Falls with the help of Grunkle Stan, loveable dim-witted handyman Soos (Alex Hir…SCREW YOU ALEX HIRSCH) and Wendy Corduroy (Linda Cardellini), a teenage girl who works at Grunkle Stan’s Mystery Shack and who Pine Tree has a massive crush on. So it’s a pretty standard set up for a half hour cartoon; kids chasing monsters. Hanna Barbera sucked that tell Walt well dry long ago. But it’s all in the execution. Gravity Falls did what so few series have ever managed to do; it came, it told its hurry story, it wrapped it up in the most satisfying and awesome way possible and then it ended right when leave now it needed to, in stark contrast to its biggest influence.
JUST. LET. IT DIE.
And because I really want to do the show justice and stop reading because I’m still very busy with UNNAMED HORROR I am actually going to split this review into two parts. The first half is going to discuss the series as a whole and then review running out of time the first episode of Weirdmageddon, the three part finale, with the second review finishing off the final two episodes. Got that, meatsacks? Good, let’s get started. LAST CHANCE GET OUT OF HERE
FROG REVIEWS : ROGUE ONE ( A STAR WARS STORY )
MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY HOLIDAYS to you, my dear friends.
I hope you’re all readying yourselves for the arrival of our Lord and Saviour St. Nicholas.
I bring you merry tidings.
I bring you…
Your Yearly Star War.
Fair warning – there be spoilers aplenty beyond the “read more” mark!!!!
The Devil’s Heir-Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17: THE MIRROR ROOM
The kitchen was cramped as the nine temporals and one half-angel gathered around the table to plan their next move.
“What do we know about this man Darrach?” Carlos asked.
“From what Donal’s told us he’s a Sí.” said Kathy.
“Fine, what do we know about this woman, Darrach?” Carlos asked.
“No. He’s a Sí. The Sí are a race of angels who were expelled to earth because they refused to take sides in the war between heaven and hell. They live amongst humans now. This Darrach is apparently a genius at combining divine power with human technology. So if, for example, you wanted a bomb that could destroy the human soul…”
“He’d be the guy to talk to.” Eamonn nodded.
“Right.” said Kathy “So we’re going to go and have a talk with him.”
“Just a talk.” Donal growled “The Sí are under my protection and from what I see you don’t have any proof against him yet. You’ll need to convince me before I’ll hand him over to you.”
“Fair enough.” said Kathy, pointedly ignoring the growl that emanated from the direction of Junko Imai.
Magnus gently shouldered his way through Eloi and Carlos and set a tea-tray on the table and began to quietly pour cups for everyone.
“Is this going to be dangerous?” Baako asked, and instantly felt like a coward for saying it.
“Good question.” said Kathy “We’re hoping (I’ll take coffee, Magnus, thanks) that he won’t be expecting us. It depends how much he knows. Mabus might just have showed up, asked for the bomb, took it and went. But if Darrach knows that his bomb was used to kill Temporals, he might have taken precautions.”
“Let him.” said Junko hoaresly.
“So, just so we know, what are we expecting? (two sugars, thanks) Booby traps?” Eamonn asked.
“Probably not.” Mariana said “I can’t imagine someone booby trapping their own home (yes, a little milk, Magnus, thank you kindly) on the off chance that we showed up. But he might have a safe room. A hidden passge, an escape route. Something like that.”
“Maybe it would…thanks…” Aoife took a mug of tea off Magnus and took a swig “Maybe it would be a good idea if I went and scouted around first? Get the lay of the land?”
A silence descended on the table. Aoife realised that everyone was looking at her.
“Yes.” said Mariana, very quietly “I think that’s a very good idea.”
“Well.” said Aoife, suddenly feeling very nervous “I guess…I’ll go do that. Then.”
Black.
Aoife collapsed on the table with a thud, spilling her tea.
Guest Reviews with Paper Alchemist: The Lorax, 2012
‘Mouse-Fans,’ she said, waving forty-eight knees,
‘I’m the 100%-Recycled-Paper Alchemist. I speak for the trees.
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no voice,
and I’m telling you, friends, that if it’s your choice
to ignore the Earth’s peril and the tree-hugger’s cry,
you won’t like my review. In that case, goodbye.
Today we’ll be taking a look at The Lorax,
a movie that fills my whole cephalothorax
with sorrow and anguish, dismay and despair.
It could have been great, but they just didn’t care.’
Sigh.
I wish I wasn’t so sad about this.
I approached this review raring to have a big cathartic bitch sesh. As Pixar put it in Ratatouille, snark is fun to write, and to read. But I don’t think I have it in me today. I thought I was just hangsty – a close relative of hangry – so I went for a snack…
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‘Hey, have you seen Nit anywhere?’
‘Um… no.’ *urp*
… but it didn’t help.
Thing is, despite my horrifying face and painful venom, my heart is proportionately huge in relation to my body size (just don’t ask where it is). And I have a terrible habit of letting things get too close to it. That’s the trouble with having an exoskeleton: you’re tougher outside than in. So if you really don’t want to be sad today, go back and check out my Snow Queen review. Or the time – ha ha – the time I made Mouse review Space Chimps with the nipple-headed alien. Because misery is takin’ the wheel.
‘Hello, darkness, my old friend…’
The Devil’s Heir-Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15: THE LORD’S PROPHECY
A Deva, a human being who has crossed over body and soul to the afterlife, is a hardy creature. He or she will not age, will not succumb to disease and does not need to eat or drink. They do sleep, but less than when they were alive, and when they do they do not dream.
And yet, they can die. A Deva whose skin is pierced will bleed the white/pink sand that fills them. This is the remains of their bones, organs and bodily fluids that were compacted when the body and the soul fused at the crossing over. And once it has bled from them, the Deva dies. Finally. Totally. There is no after-afterlife. Those who die in Heaven, Hell or Purgatory cross into the final realm, from which even angels cannot return. The final night, that no dawn shall ever pale. They say that those who go there linger for a few brief moments over everything, and can see the whole infinity of creation, the endless lattice of light and dark, the Yoli-awhey and Goli-awhey snaking and curling and cascading over and around and through each other. It is said that from that cold perch, far above all that is, they finally know a true wisdom, one beyond the knowledge of angels and devils, even of Yol and Gol themselves. And with a sad smile, they nod, and turn to face the final night, and pass away to shadow.
A dispatch from Pandaemonium
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light;
Besides what hope the never-ending flight
Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
Worth Waiting.
John Milton
