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Ah the wonderful world of fake numerology...how you annoy me -_-. See The Number 23 isn't about the number 23 no no...it's about severe paranoia:
In the beginning of the movie the main character Walter Sparrow (I wonder if there's any relation to Captain Jack Sparrow...there just about the same level of crazy) begins to read the book "The Number 23" and it says "All characters are fictitious, if you see any resemblance of these characters to people in your life stop reading immediately" and just like me Walter decided to ignore this warning and continued to read this leads him to become obsessed with the number for about 45 minutes until he realize the book is actually a real life murder mystery that has yet to be solved and then he tries to solve it in order to absolve his own obsession with the number:
What do I mean by obsession? We'll good old Walter begins to see the number everywhere including in the time, in how many pairs of shoes his wife has, and in colours (that fucking right I just said colours this entire movie they we're talking about how pink and red relate to 23 I still don't get where they got these numbers from -_-), this man was so obsessed that he began to get his son obsessed "hey dad remember when we both had near psychotic OCD about a TWO DIGIT NUMBER...good times ^_^", Walter then begins to have visions of murdering his wife (when that starts happening guys....GET HELP DO NOT HOLD THAT SHIT INSIDE), and so on and so forth...you know at one point this mother fucker looked at the time in the middle of the night and it was "11:12" so 11+12=23 I looked at my time at the exact same time it was "2:22" 2+22= TWENTY FUCKING FOUR BITCHES!!! HAHA BEAT THE SYSTEM MOTHER FUCKER (yes that was the single greatest moment of hope in my life for those of you who are asking)
Eventually it reaches a plot twist in the end which makes the whole story kind of meaningless in my opinion, but it turns this plot into a not so heartwarming story *spoiler kinda?* about a man trying to find himself (a lot of you won't get this joke until you watch the movie), like...have you ever asked yourself "who am I?" yea this movie answers with "mother fucker you don't want to know..." but it did manage to catch my attention for an hour and a half and at no point was I dying of boredom so in short the movie was a success for a mystery but not for a horror, go watch it with your paranoid buddies on a quiet Friday night and at the end of it look at each other and say "...well that's something to avoid" nod and go to sleep never to think about the number again
This Weatherman is predicting a 99% chance of shitstorm and its coming right at ya!,
Asaya HelwaEhwee
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