UndieGirl Adventures: Celebrity Stalking Limits

Yesterday I went on one of those celebrity home tours you get in Hollywood. I wasn’t particularly keen but the girl I met in this hostel so I figured why not, I didn’t have anything better to do. Now don’t get me wrong, I am totally into celebrity culture – I write excessively on this blog about my one-sided but incredibly rewarding relationship with Tyler Hoechlin’s abs – I also read trashy celeb magazines like their Pulitzer Prize winners – but there was just something about this tour that made me really uncomfortable.

Something Resembling a Review of Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Every time I walk into the cinema to see the latest instalment from the Marvel Cinematic Universe I think there is no way that this film is going to live up to the standard created by the last one. So far I have been wrong every single time (with the exception of Iron Man 2, which wasn’t even that bad). But of all of phase two Captain America: The Winter Soldier was the film I was looking forward to the most because the Cinematic Universe has turned me into a total Captain America convert in a way I never was before.

This review is mostly spoiler free but something might slip through so watch out.