My thoughts on 'Shutter Island'

I went to see Martin Scorsese's "Shutter Island" with the mindset that I would hate it. I really didn't want to like it. And it isn't that I dislike Scorsese, Mark Ruffalo or Leonardo DiCaprio (even though when I was younger all the girls were in love with him and not me, which is still true), but I wanted it to fail because I was tired of the previews. They had been spamming my TV for what felt like a year and it was getting annoying, almost as bad as campaign commercials, but not quite. But because Scorsese is Scorsese, I decided to see it. It's like being offered fine cheese; it may taste horrible, but you are still going to try it because hey, you at least want to pretend to be more sophisticated than Velveeta.

So right from DiCaprio's first line in his ridiculous Boston accent, I watched with extreme skepticism. And the first hour was fine, I was a little bored, but intrigued enough to pay attention. It picked up a bit, and in the last 30 minutes it really clicked for me. I actually was enjoying myself. Sure, there were some good shots earlier in the movie, but the plot really unfolded in the last 20 to 30 minutes and it made the rest of the movie that much better. Now I am not saying it's a must see or Scorsese's best, but old Marty still converted me from my hateful attitude in just two hours time. The movie really makes you think about the humane treatment of psychiatric patients and about the human mind. And that is what a movie should do, make you think.
Well not all movies, but I'm tired of Megan Fox's terrible acting and overrated sex appeal.

Listening to her whiny voice during "Transformers 2" six months ago makes me appreciate DiCaprio's Boston accent now that I think about it.