It’s going to be a good year for movies.

If you’ve read any of my previous blogs and columns, I’m sure you know I’m a bit of an enthusiast. It’s been a tradition in my family since I can remember and movies have always been my escape and my comfort during bad times.

Well, that and books. And that is exactly why I’m excited about this year in movies.

Last year, “The Rum Diary” finally came to theatres after years of being “in the works” and I was fit to be tied when the end result, after so long waiting eagerly for the adaptation, was completely and utterly unsatisfactory.

I love “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.” The movie was exactly what I pictured while reading the book even if a few things had been changed, and I still pop it in every now and then, especially if someone mentions they have never had the pleasure.

“The Rum Diary,” on the other hand, was a mockery of its epic inspiration. I really felt that it tried too hard to be another “Fear and Loathing” and anyone who’s read the book knows that it has a completely different feel. Not to mention Depp completely wrote out one of the main characters and some of the most memorable scenes.

Now, there are three books that I have read more times than I can count: “The Rum Diary,” “On the Road,” and “The Great Gatsby.”