"I have loved you since Skins!"

- is what I would say when, by a good turn of events, I would get the chance to meet Nicholas Hoult. A statement that is both chaste and obsessive is what celebrities probably like to hear from their fans (or in my case, parallel-universe lover).

Today, I decided not to be picky within the perimeter of the movie theaters, and that I should not be so judgmental as to base my verdict on a movie by its poster (because, honestly, which movies have good posters these days?) so I went on to watch Warm Bodies with a friend. The decision was mostly his; I was actually more inclined to the idea of getting my mind thrown off by Andres Muschietti (director of Mama). I was not exactly enthusiastic when I entered the theater: everything I knew about the movie was limited to the poster, which had already left a bad impression on me in the first place, and to the fact that Nicholas Hoult was there, which was a relief, but then I realized I did not like Teresa Palmer much either. There was an aggressive conflict going on inside of me but I had no time to sort that out so I gave in. That was a good decision.

A perfect excuse to articulate L-O-L

To be perfectly honest, I think the movie is very enjoyable. Although I can confidently say that the word enjoyable appears in high school reaction papers more frequently than desired, and that this opinion is drawn from my gross juvenile crush on Nicholas Hoult (in my defense, I share this with many people), I am a sincere person. When I say I like something, I do not say it out of pressure or out of compulsion to tune out people who go on for millennia about their interests, so when I say I think the movie is enjoyable, I mean it as a legitimate statement.

A couple of thoughts on the movie:

1. It has a good soundtrack. Not really good, but the tracklister earned bonus points for playing Midnight City in one scene (and then lost a few because it was not exactly suited to shots of Nicholas Hoult being naked in the shower. How awkward was that?). You can hear Bon Iver, Delta Spirit, and a few other bands you haven't heard about from your friends. Awesome, you're a hipster now. Congratulations.
   
   
   
2. The story is cute to say the least, but throughout the movie I was wondering: the zombies are not brain-dead, which totally dismantles the definition of zombie. Instead, their hearts do not pump blood, so how can they move about and groan and eat brains and be happy that they taste really good? It is physiologically impossible. Oops, better call the writers to do a rehash.
   
   

   

   My friends and I do this regularly.

3. This is definitely going to be a new formula for sappy romance movies. Right now the idea is relatively new, but give Hollywood a few months and soon malls will be lined with posters of Dawn: When you can live forever, you will mostly be brain-dead so it won't matter and Pitch Perfect 2: Groans and shiz.
4. Nicholas Hoult will now enter the mainstream.
5. That will be very depressing.

No, really. It's worth ninety-eight minutes of your day. Besides, it's a good prelude to next week, if you know what I mean.