Bought the live-action adaptation of The Wallflower on a whim (mostly, but not entirely, because it looked promisingly full of bishies) two days ago; currently my completion rate stands at around 83%. And I must say, it has quite exceeded my expectations. It's surprisingly good for a story about what an unnaturally beautiful guy and a
hikikomori girl have in common, though it doesn't sound so original when it's put like that. My eyes can't catch a damn break; they've been behaving like leaky cauldrons all week, what with me watching one drama series after another. Blegh. This show really is good, though, whether or not you understand the language.
Speaking of which.
I hate it when I so gamely spend time to actually try out what someone recommends, even if it's not my usual cup of tea, and in turn I only get laughed off when I try to talk about what I like. Is it so wrong to want someone to share it with? Do you have any idea how lonely that is? Ahh, no wonder the show struck such a chord. That's it. Loneliness.
Pff, yet another post turned emo halfway through.
No comments:
Post a Comment