One hour and thirty-two minutes of just what the doctor ordered.

That’s right – I watched Help! today, so I’m feeling very Beatle-y and inspired. Also, I’ve decided that if you can’t act, you can go to Barbados and ride bicylces and be shrunk and generally be gorgeous (coughPAULahem). But honestly, it’s the worst-acted film I’ve seen since bloody fricking Twilight. But at least the Beatles had something that chick that plays Bella never will: a talent in some area. I can’t saying anything against Sparkles bacause he wasn’t too bad in Harry Potter, but somebody needs to take that kid aside and tell him to wash his hair. I mean, even the thought of it is icky.
Help! was very funny, though, and highly entertaining. Ringo was brilliant, and John was surprisingly entertaining. They had the world’s  greatest house. I can’t even begin to explain it. It was… it was… it was… epic! My favourite bit was, naturally, when Paul shrunk and we got to see him half-naked wearing a recipt or something.
Yum.

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