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KIM IS THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS; My extensive review of Youtube Nicki Minaj covers

2011-12-26T21:58:00.000Z

Vocals are authoritative, hanging up a backdrop reflects your devotion but sadly, pre-rap-attitude is lacklustre and immature. Imitating someone mentally unstable to cover your own insecurities is so 2001.

4/10

Enthusiastic rendition but lacks passion in the eyes. Discomfort when cursing creates doubt in the performance and the setting unfortunately envokes a white middle class ambience.

However, if Audrina Patridge rapped, it'd be exactly like this and that saves it.

9/10

Energetic, really captured the spirit of Nicki and channelled it in through your movements and facial expressions but feel the video relies on the decor instead of the vocals. I'd stick to blogging, Tavi.
6/10

The space is used creatively, confident with sharing focus which shows you've thought about your audience. Like watching Jodie Foster behind the scenes of Taxi Driver which is chilling yet endearing.
8/10

Michelle Smackthatvag and James Van Der Dick

10/10

Uncreative, bland, a very strained performance with over confident vocals. The songs spirit is merely imitated instead of shining through. Whole performance seems false and if I didn't know better, I'd say she was some country douche rejecting her identity. Taylor Swift could do better than this.

2/10

WHEN TWO BECOME ONE

2011-11-22T20:10:00.003Z

all my favourite things coming together, making something beautiful
my in-depth review of Sims videos for popular and R&B music

The timing on the dancing is perfection, it's asif they're right infront of you, the potential is here but the lack of curve on Lil Kim and the haphazard composition let's this video down. Taking such a powerful combination of Lil Kim and Ashanti, you need more confidence than displayed here.
7/10

Eminem ft. Rihanna - Love the way you lie

The sim Megan Fox and Rihanna are 100% accurate and the movement is so fluid and sleek. I can't believe it's Sims 2, not even Sims 3, a real passion has gone into this piece and it shows. This video creates the same tension as the original - god forbid maybe even more so.

10/10

Minimalistic approach works so efficiently, really positive energy. The intensity of the relationship expressed in the song is represented well with the use of just the single room, it really creates a claustrophobic atmosphere.

9/10

Lady Gaga ft Beyonce - Telephone

Once again, incredible dance routine, the locations were precise, telling, you got a true sense of place, but unfortunately the absence of closeups and the lengthy focus on the dancing weakens it. I was disappointed, the powerful and emotional lyrics about the real dilemmas of life, aren't reflected in the imagery.

5/10

Nicole Scherzinger - Don't hold your breath

Opening shots are attentive, filmesque, I felt drawn in immediately but then I realised 'This is all I'm gonna get from this video'. Lacklustre, impersonal towards the end but undeniably, Nicole's realistic features saved this video.

6/10

Where do I start...this video is so personal. It builds up a story and you crash down with it, it's an amazing use of creativity, the settings and the pace of the whole video is perfect. It's interesting to see this story in the Sims world, it feels comforting yet also painstaking that heartbreak is not only in the real world, but the Sim world.

9/10

This sophisticated, enthusiastic interpretation is a breath of fresh air, with every shot it's fun and ferocious. It keeps the viewer on their toes, what's going to happen next? The detail on every single Spice Girl is commendable and it blows other videos out of the water. Latin influence adds another dimension, vibrancy, the determination and deliberation shines through with every move, let's just say it spiced up my life.

10/10

2011-11-22T20:09:00.000Z

good film is good for the nerves part 2

2011-10-18T19:17:00.002+01:00

The omelette du fromage of films to come...

I went to the premiere of Coriolanus, cried about going, cried when I got there, cried when Vanessa Redgrave was right there in front of me, sat seats away from Voldemort, watched the film, watched Voldemort, laughed at Voldemort answering pretentious questions about male bonding, cried about seeing Voldemort, stood next to John Snow, laughed at John Snow, nearly cried about seeing John Snow.

2011-10-06T14:12:00.002+01:00

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2011-07-29T00:56:00.006+01:00

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2011-07-28T21:13:00.002+01:00

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2011-07-26T19:34:00.001+01:00

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2011-07-18T20:28:00.000+01:00

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2011-07-07T11:55:00.000+01:00

2011-06-22T16:40:00.000+01:00

CRAPPY MOVIES THAT MEAN BUSINESS

2011-06-19T16:58:00.000+01:00

'Pirahna 3D: The Sequel' doesn't have a trailer yet but just knowing that it exists fills me with adoration

bad advertising, bad typography, amazing movie

2011-05-30T16:18:00.000+01:00

COME AND HAVE A GO IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH

2011-05-19T11:25:00.005+01:00

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good film is good for the nerves

2011-05-10T23:11:00.001+01:00

itching to get some alessandra rich in

2011-05-05T22:29:00.000+01:00

Fastidious black dresses channeling true grit, a red so ferocious it makes me want to lick it all over, Winona in Little Women meets a young Kitty Forman.
Alessandra Rich, you're a sexy bitch.

fuck

2011-05-04T17:12:00.000+01:00

CALLING ALL EX-BOYFRIENDS

2011-04-26T17:58:00.002+01:00

I am currently at home and after Grandma had dug out some old books of mine that apparantly I favoured greatly - the Spice Girl unofficial book, and yes, you'd think I'd not be bothered about it not being off-ic-i-al but you're wrong. The second book being 'The Egg and Sperm Race'that was given to me for my 9th birthday, by my uncle's ex-girlfriend, who bytheway, went out with HUNTER FROM GLADIATORS!...........so, anyway, as I took over the nostalgic rummaging that my Grandma had started, I found a poster in the drawer under my bed, new and sealed so I couldn't tell what it was.
I opened it, praying for it to be Freddie Prinze Jr, or even just one of Grandma's awry South Park posters, but no.
It was the worst thing that I could POSSIBLY have found. I would have preferred to have a rotting hunk of limb fly out, or something catastrophic like evidence pointing to me for the abduction of missing children...but no. It was, a Family Guy poster.
Anybody who has had a conversation with me about Family Guy knows that I would prefer to grate my own skin and have it on a salad, than watch that show. Why do I own a newly bought Family Guy poster you ask? I remember briefly that it was a present for a boyfriend at the time, but I lovingly don't remember which one. I am certain nearly all of my ex-boyfriends were fans of Family Guy, so there's no light that I can shed on this situation. If any of my exes do read this, you can have it, or any dedicated blog readers who want a free poster, please email me at kerrycoulson@hotmail.co.uk.

old favourites and new favourites

2011-04-25T22:47:00.001+01:00

already recreating the layered skirt

we got more bounce in california

2011-04-25T00:40:00.001+01:00

smell a new fave

elle's bells and buckets of blood

2011-04-21T10:48:00.001+01:00

Jimmy Kimmel interview literally provokes tears and tantrum over my lack of charisma and my lack of innocence at twelve years old, makes me want a sister, wish I was not twenty-two, makes me want to gauge out my own eyes with a soup ladle in frustration at the fact I am not doing anything that I want to be doing in life and I mostly wish that I wasn't sat here with dry mouth making weird bodily noises with my dog curiously staring at my stomach.... but tenebrously loving Elle Fanning.

Just cinema, not sweet, not bitter...

2011-04-17T16:43:00.000+01:00

I am very, very particular about my cinema experience. I have a very strict yet completely understandable expectation of fellow cinema-goers and if anyone interrupts my film with stale and very loud pick and mix, or a phone selfishly not put to silent because they naively and dumbly think vibrate is enough, then I get angry. God forbid you ruin the Sky Atlantic advert because I would seriously have to restrain from shoving my coke straw up your rectum, using your own face to crush your stupid cheesy nachos into teeny tiny pieces and then slowly funnel the crumbs into your insides.

Firstly, nachos, where the fuck do you think you are? Are we in a diner? Are we in a mexican restaurant? Are we at your shitty house having a shitty bbq with Uncle Dipshit, eating fucking humous and quiche and wondering why breadsticks are always served at buffets because nobody really eats them? Such fun. No. We are in the fucking cinema. In the dark. With no personal space. Why, the fuck, are you eating a fucking hot dog? And why has your daughter got a massive portion of nachos, and why is she actually pissing in my face, and SAVING them for when the film is on? Literally deciding to not eat them till the film is on, so I can endure the agonizing and twisted delirium of seeing Megan Fox mouth sexy things to me but all I can hear is your filthy tongue licking out nachos? Are you demented?

Secondly, why are you texting so rapidly? Because I don't see you texting in the queue for the cinema, or the toilet of the cinema, or when you leave the cinema so why are you texting NOW? And when the stupid parrot orange advert is on? I am already mildy irritated at the advert, we are ALL irritated at the advert yet somehow you feel it is not a complete shit in my mouth to actually BE on your mobile phone during all this. I am trying to get in the mood, I'm feeling securely enveloped in the darkness, I'm caressing the arms like they're old friends and you ruin it with this beacon of light glaring at me, giving me the stink-eye. I actually want to kill you.

Lastly, and FYI there is always way too many people that commit this offence. The trailers are not some sort of joke. I watch the trailers, I love the trailers, I go early to make sure I don't miss the Pearl and Dean orgasm of a jingle, if you cannot muster up an understanding that when it says 7.45, it means 7.45, if you are so deluded that you think the cinema people are infact messing with our brains and they actually mean 8.03, if you cannot refrain from talking and laughing and HAVING FUN while the trailers are on..if you cannot shuteth the fucketh up while I'm lapping up the exquisitely timed Sky fucking Atlantic advert then Mary, jesus and joseph, WOE BETIDE YOU.

If you are a perpetrator of one of these deadly sins - well let's just say I am not opposed to serving time for something I believe in.

so glad sexuallyactiveurl likes my love for joe

2011-04-16T18:42:00.000+01:00

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

2011-04-13T13:13:00.006+01:00

I just bought the espadrille/brogue/trainer combo creeper...but not from Prada and I don't give a fuck.

Okay, Prada is amazing, unbeatable infact, elegant and often flawless but I fell completely and utterly in love with the creeper shoe. They're boisterous and bold, they're smart but can't be taken too seriously, the espadrille and trainer combination reminds me of old people trying to be modern, of Grandad needing to sit down every ten minutes on holiday. And they are platforms. Beyond my immense love for platform shoes there is the practicality of a few extra inches on my 5'3 anatomy. They just make sense, let's say I have an affinity to them.
But oh-yeaaah-oh-ohoaaoh yeah-no, I'm skint and they're completely sold out. I want the shoes no matter what name on the label so I did it. Yeah I fucking did it, I bought the Modekungen 'Creep' shoe, for 70 quid and I'm feeling elated.
So does it matter? If you love something enough, go and grab it right? I think so, I mean if a guy walked into a bar and looked exactly like Adam Brody, would I say no, just because it's not really him? No fucking way, I'd be slipping on my own puddle of drool trying to get to him before anyone else does.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

I love Lucite

2011-04-12T15:05:00.005+01:00

sucker for a clear heel, and tortoiseshell makes me feel fuzzy inside so didn't even have a choice as to whether I should buy these...