So let me start this out by saying that, no, I am not a huge fan of the Evil Dead franchise.
...Get back here.
Yeah I know. Those are totally not the first words you want to hear someone say when they review a remake of a 'classic' horror movie. (I refuse to call anything filmed in 1980 and after a 'classic' horror movie. Classic Horror is Hammer, Vincent Price, and Universal monsters. This is contemporary.) It's one of my downfalls, I'm sure you'll think. How can I give a proper review when I'm not even a true fan of Raimi's vision?
Chill out. I'm the perfect person to review it. And I'll tell you why.
I'm not attached to the original in any way. Those of you that are up in arms, pitchforks at the ready, are probably the worst people to review this movie. You're going to go into it thinking it's not going to be as good as your beloved original. NOTHING CAN LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS! OMG THEY USED SOME CGI TO POLISH THINGS OFF WHEN THEY SAID THEY WOULDN'T AT ALL!
And I say, this is probably the horror movie that Sam Raimi would have made had he had the resources and the money. And you probably wouldn't look at it the same way.
The original Evil Dead is a landmark in the fact that it shows what you can do with a very small cast (reusing a few actors a number of times), a limited budget, and a camera on some 2 x 4s. Yes, it's groundbreaking in that respect. Bow down to Raimi and his big chinned companion, Bruce Campbell.
BUT. The remake does something very right: it doesn't give you the same characters. Sure, the cabin is probably the same one (and kind of looks like the one from Cabin in the Woods, no? Put those two movies together and that's one helluva mindfuck), and you'll see a very familiar car parked in front of it. And yes, there's an evil skin-bound book. But honestly, that's where the big similarities end.
There is no Ash. No Cheryl. No Candarian moose (though I think that's Evil Dead 2). And these are all good things. If you're so damned opposed to a remake, you can honestly think of it as an almost sequel. I mean, I did read somewhere that they're working on perhaps jamming the two together? (I heard this on wikipedia, so my source is tentative at best. Damn you wiki.) So it's not supposed to be frame by frame, and the special effects are not supposed to be oatmeal and stop motion.
I'm going to do my best not to spoil this, but HOLY GOD it was gory. Like, almost too unsettling gory. The posession makeup is as good as any I've seen before, but didn't make it so I couldn't watch (Exorcist I'm still looking at you for that title. Dammit.), and still creeped me the hell out later.
The blood. Was. Everywhere. It literally rained blood. And that's not a spoiler, you all know it happened. The tree scene that everyone is all up in arms about in different places for different reasons was there, and it was even more cringeworthy (though some girl getting stabbed in the ladyparts with a branch like she was in the original... ouch. I dunno. I think I'd rather be a victim of the second one. Less splinters.)
If I had to complain, it would be about the writing. The characters are not fleshed out enough, and sometimes you just don't.. really care. And the dialogue was not all that great. But honestly, the script was polished up by Diablo Cody, so is it really any wonder?
All in all, it's very much a movie I would watch again. I would add it to my collection, and take it out to watch with friends. I'm really very much considering a Cabin in the Woods double feature with it now, just thinking about the undertones. Wow. I blew my own mind.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Random crap and a movie review.
So you guys, if you're even seeing this, are very... patient? I mean, I always go "Okay I have to post something"... and I never do, because I either forget what I'm going to say, or what I say comes out really dumb.
Such is life, I guess.
The fact of the matter is, and I've probably said this before, if you type in "Hypnocil" into google, this blog is number 5 on the results page. This means I MUST. MUST. MUST. I must do something.
So I'm going to do a short review! Recently, I rented the movie Sinister. If you haven't watched it yet, I apologize if I give any spoilers.
(Here's where I was going to put an image of the movie poster, but looking up sinister gives me images from the movie that already creeped me out. Yeah thanks, next I'm totally going to look up "Exorcist makeup" and cry. Nope.)
So, basically, the movie is about a family that moves into the house where a weird murder takes place. The movie actually STARTS with footage of the murder, which was 4 family members hanged from a tree in their backyard, execution style, filmed with a Super 8. That's not a spoiler. That's how the movie begins. Watch the first few minutes of this movie and turn it off and walk away. Dare ya. You can't. It's just too... unnerving.
What happens IN the movie, more in depth, is a tale about demons and cult sacrifices, and a writer who wants to make a name of himself by investigating this murder. Yeah, btw, the guy got his 15 minutes of fame by opening up a murder case that was long since closed and giving more insight on it. So he's kind of a jerk, a big drinker, you know, what every single writer in media seems to be.
I mean granted, Stephen King was all of those things and more when he started out, but that doesn't mean we all are. Now where's the fucking bourbon? (If you get that reference, congratulations, you're obviously in the right place)
So I saw this movie with my father (who I try to see most horror movies with. It goes like this, when I was younger he'd take me to see Disney movies when they first came out, and as I started to get older and into the scary stuff, we started making that our tradition.), and I was kind of meh on it. Like, I could understand why the writer wrote this after having a nightmare based on the movie The Ring, especially when it came to the supernatural parts, but I wasn't all that impressed.
Fast forward a week later. I took said movie to the best friend's house, and a group of us girls watched it together. Maybe it was the fact that I'd had a little bit to drink, or that I was with a bunch of girls, or I kept FORGETTING the jump scares (there are a couple, and they caught me by surprise the SECOND TIME I watched it), but I did not want to leave her house and take that long drive home. And when I did, a black and white mailbox sent shivers up my spine and scared the absolute shit out of me.
Yes, I thought, and still kind of do, that the demon itself is very much a pedo in a mask (look it up if you want to see that spoiler), even though they say he is in fact a demon. And yes, that movie would have benefit by having maybe 9 more lights on at all time. Shit was DARK, and I don't mean in theme. I mean in you can't see a damn thing on the screen. But all in all, it gave me a good creep, and the Super 8 movies are crazy. Very unsettling. I'm sure had I seen the first one, the one that played at the beginning, I might have just packed my family up and moved the fuck out ASAP.
Though honestly, if I found a box of home movies in my attic, I wouldn't watch them. I learned from The Ring that you do not watch something if you are not ABSOLUTELY sure what it is. Because it will be a cursed video tape and kill you.
But Sinister did a good job. I applaud it for it's efforts. The end. Hopefully more to come (more in the blogverse, not a sequel to Sinister)
Such is life, I guess.
The fact of the matter is, and I've probably said this before, if you type in "Hypnocil" into google, this blog is number 5 on the results page. This means I MUST. MUST. MUST. I must do something.
So I'm going to do a short review! Recently, I rented the movie Sinister. If you haven't watched it yet, I apologize if I give any spoilers.
(Here's where I was going to put an image of the movie poster, but looking up sinister gives me images from the movie that already creeped me out. Yeah thanks, next I'm totally going to look up "Exorcist makeup" and cry. Nope.)
So, basically, the movie is about a family that moves into the house where a weird murder takes place. The movie actually STARTS with footage of the murder, which was 4 family members hanged from a tree in their backyard, execution style, filmed with a Super 8. That's not a spoiler. That's how the movie begins. Watch the first few minutes of this movie and turn it off and walk away. Dare ya. You can't. It's just too... unnerving.
What happens IN the movie, more in depth, is a tale about demons and cult sacrifices, and a writer who wants to make a name of himself by investigating this murder. Yeah, btw, the guy got his 15 minutes of fame by opening up a murder case that was long since closed and giving more insight on it. So he's kind of a jerk, a big drinker, you know, what every single writer in media seems to be.
I mean granted, Stephen King was all of those things and more when he started out, but that doesn't mean we all are. Now where's the fucking bourbon? (If you get that reference, congratulations, you're obviously in the right place)
So I saw this movie with my father (who I try to see most horror movies with. It goes like this, when I was younger he'd take me to see Disney movies when they first came out, and as I started to get older and into the scary stuff, we started making that our tradition.), and I was kind of meh on it. Like, I could understand why the writer wrote this after having a nightmare based on the movie The Ring, especially when it came to the supernatural parts, but I wasn't all that impressed.
Fast forward a week later. I took said movie to the best friend's house, and a group of us girls watched it together. Maybe it was the fact that I'd had a little bit to drink, or that I was with a bunch of girls, or I kept FORGETTING the jump scares (there are a couple, and they caught me by surprise the SECOND TIME I watched it), but I did not want to leave her house and take that long drive home. And when I did, a black and white mailbox sent shivers up my spine and scared the absolute shit out of me.
Yes, I thought, and still kind of do, that the demon itself is very much a pedo in a mask (look it up if you want to see that spoiler), even though they say he is in fact a demon. And yes, that movie would have benefit by having maybe 9 more lights on at all time. Shit was DARK, and I don't mean in theme. I mean in you can't see a damn thing on the screen. But all in all, it gave me a good creep, and the Super 8 movies are crazy. Very unsettling. I'm sure had I seen the first one, the one that played at the beginning, I might have just packed my family up and moved the fuck out ASAP.
Though honestly, if I found a box of home movies in my attic, I wouldn't watch them. I learned from The Ring that you do not watch something if you are not ABSOLUTELY sure what it is. Because it will be a cursed video tape and kill you.
But Sinister did a good job. I applaud it for it's efforts. The end. Hopefully more to come (more in the blogverse, not a sequel to Sinister)
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Nightmares... on Elm Street...
So I just finished watching the original Nightmare on Elm Street for what has to be the hundredth time, not even exaggerating..
And I'm thoroughly creeped out for some reason.
It's funny. It took me a really long time to get into that series. I think what really had me go into wanting to see the whole series was all about conquering fears. I was 15 at the time, and I'd just made friends with a girl that seemed, in my mind, absolutely fearless. We had so much in common, and she was just so much stronger than me, mentally and emotionally.
So who better to face my fears with than her?
Everyone my age knows who Freddy Krueger was. Hell, most people know who Freddy is, even if they've never seen the movies. But the 80's.. it was Freddy's decade. As a child in the 80's (and when I say child, I mean I was 5 in 1988), I was terrified of this man that could come into my dreams and kill me, and my parents couldn't do anything about it. And he was EVERYWHERE. Freddy Krueger ruled the world at Halloween, and those movies played all the time: night time, middle of the afternoon, whenever. I even remember when I was moving to Florida, we drove down and spent the night in a hotel... We left the television on, and when I woke up randomly at 3 in the morning, I remember seeing a scene with lockers and a big red claw mark across them (I think this was from Nightmare on Elm Street 4)..
So needless to say, I had to get over Freddy before I could really start delving into the horror genre. I wasn't allowed to see The Exorcist just yet, though my dad was ready to allow me priviledge to rent it if I wanted to, because at 15 I was 'mature' enough. (This coming from the guy that sat me down to watch Child's Play 3 to prove that Chucky was FAKE. I was 9. None of my dolls stayed in my room after that.)
My best friend and I rented A Nightmare on Elm Street in the middle of winter, sitting down on the floor in my spare room (where we liked watching movies the best, because there was a big full sized bed to lounge on), and watching this old movie. And loving every minute of it.
So here's a couple of thoughts on all the Nightmare movies, in a way, my current way of facing my fears, by thinking about the memories attached to them.
Nightmare on Elm Street (1984): The first, the best, the mindblowing beginning of Freddy's reign. Even on blu-ray, it still comes off as creepy. And even though I've seen the 4 hour documentary and the little specials on the dvd I have, I still can't get enough of this. It will always be landmark.
Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge: It took about 5 tries for me and the best friend to actually see this movie, and I guess that was probably a warning. Every time we rented it from the video store, we'd come home to find the wrong Nightmare inside. The kicker was that every time, the clerks would check the movie.. but who would honestly look beyond the big NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET title inside and see that Freddy's Revenge wasn't attached to it? Honestly, I think this is one of the worst ones, and there are a ton of people that agree with me. It does have the making of what could have been a good movie, taking place in the same house and calling back Nancy's diary. But it just became a lame shadow of the original. I'm surprised the rest got made after this.
Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors: I think one of the times we couldn't get Nightmare 2, we ended up with Dream Warriors. This is one of my favorites of the series, and sometimes I'll even say I like it better than the first one. It has the return of Nancy, and just so many great ideas in the whole of the movie. Though the end makes me sad (and in one overly emotional viewing, almost made me cry) but at the same time, I can't get enough of this one.
Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master: Why bother adding parts of the cast of the last movie, if you can't get Patricia Arquette back? No offense to Tuesday Knight, but it just didn't gel right. It was like reading a fanfiction where this random girl just knows all the main characters and you're left a little confused. But at the same time, it didn't really matter. The characters you loved weren't going to last long. Alice was a great addition to the group, a daydreamer and a wonderful heroine.
Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child: If anyone ever wanted a prolife vs. prochoice horror movie, it's either this one or Rosemary's Baby. Would you want to keep a baby that might be part Freddy? Or at the same time, would you abort a baby you dream about, and he tells you how much he likes you, even if you dont' like him? It's almost heartbreaking! I get weird vibes off this one, and I can't really remember my first opinion of this one. I think this one may have been in the wrong box and we just watched it anyway.
Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare: This was the first Nightmare on Elm Street that I had the "pleasure" of seeing. I was at my aunt's house, and they had rented it. I was about.. 9 or 10, and my dad said he'd watch it with me to show me it wasn't that scary. I remember being thoroughly freaked out, of course, and even the fact that this movie was pretty damn lame in comparison to the others (watching the others and this last one even just shows that the makeup artists weren't caring at that point. Freddy looks terrible!), but I had my dad with me, and he promised that Freddy couldn't get me. It was probably the reason that I still watch horror movies with my Dad.
Wes Craven's New Nightmare: This one I saw on Starz or Showtime when I was about 12 or 13, but chickened out halfway through. Freddy was back, again, and he was going to get me! Because he was in the real world! This is also one of my favorites, and I even wrote about the Hansel and Gretl theme in it on one of my college papers, which my professor at the time absolutely loved. He'd never seen the movie, but the way I wrote about it made him want to do his own comparisons.
Freddy vs. Jason: The only Nightmare I saw in the theatre. I went with my dad (surprise surprise) and for some reason, the ending really unsettled me and gave me a series of bad dreams. Just shows you what a movie will do to someone years later if they've already gotten fear of Freddy in their heads from all those years ago. Freddy won, though. Obviously.
Nightmare on Elm Street (2010): Now that I've seen this more than once, I can say without a shadow of a doubt, that this movie sucks. The man stalking these kids is NOT Freddy Krueger. I took all this time defending this turtle-faced growly creature by telling people that they were making Freddy darker, and that you have to forget the wise-cracking Freddy and return to the roots. I think, in this case, I was the wrong one. Also, don't name your heroine the same as the one in the first movie if she's not the same character. It just confuses people. They really could have made this a completely different horror movie, and probably a better one at that, if they erased all trace of Freddy from it. Maybe a little Hypnocil would work there...
And I'm thoroughly creeped out for some reason.
It's funny. It took me a really long time to get into that series. I think what really had me go into wanting to see the whole series was all about conquering fears. I was 15 at the time, and I'd just made friends with a girl that seemed, in my mind, absolutely fearless. We had so much in common, and she was just so much stronger than me, mentally and emotionally.
So who better to face my fears with than her?
Everyone my age knows who Freddy Krueger was. Hell, most people know who Freddy is, even if they've never seen the movies. But the 80's.. it was Freddy's decade. As a child in the 80's (and when I say child, I mean I was 5 in 1988), I was terrified of this man that could come into my dreams and kill me, and my parents couldn't do anything about it. And he was EVERYWHERE. Freddy Krueger ruled the world at Halloween, and those movies played all the time: night time, middle of the afternoon, whenever. I even remember when I was moving to Florida, we drove down and spent the night in a hotel... We left the television on, and when I woke up randomly at 3 in the morning, I remember seeing a scene with lockers and a big red claw mark across them (I think this was from Nightmare on Elm Street 4)..
So needless to say, I had to get over Freddy before I could really start delving into the horror genre. I wasn't allowed to see The Exorcist just yet, though my dad was ready to allow me priviledge to rent it if I wanted to, because at 15 I was 'mature' enough. (This coming from the guy that sat me down to watch Child's Play 3 to prove that Chucky was FAKE. I was 9. None of my dolls stayed in my room after that.)
My best friend and I rented A Nightmare on Elm Street in the middle of winter, sitting down on the floor in my spare room (where we liked watching movies the best, because there was a big full sized bed to lounge on), and watching this old movie. And loving every minute of it.
So here's a couple of thoughts on all the Nightmare movies, in a way, my current way of facing my fears, by thinking about the memories attached to them.
Nightmare on Elm Street (1984): The first, the best, the mindblowing beginning of Freddy's reign. Even on blu-ray, it still comes off as creepy. And even though I've seen the 4 hour documentary and the little specials on the dvd I have, I still can't get enough of this. It will always be landmark.
Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge: It took about 5 tries for me and the best friend to actually see this movie, and I guess that was probably a warning. Every time we rented it from the video store, we'd come home to find the wrong Nightmare inside. The kicker was that every time, the clerks would check the movie.. but who would honestly look beyond the big NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET title inside and see that Freddy's Revenge wasn't attached to it? Honestly, I think this is one of the worst ones, and there are a ton of people that agree with me. It does have the making of what could have been a good movie, taking place in the same house and calling back Nancy's diary. But it just became a lame shadow of the original. I'm surprised the rest got made after this.
Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors: I think one of the times we couldn't get Nightmare 2, we ended up with Dream Warriors. This is one of my favorites of the series, and sometimes I'll even say I like it better than the first one. It has the return of Nancy, and just so many great ideas in the whole of the movie. Though the end makes me sad (and in one overly emotional viewing, almost made me cry) but at the same time, I can't get enough of this one.
Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master: Why bother adding parts of the cast of the last movie, if you can't get Patricia Arquette back? No offense to Tuesday Knight, but it just didn't gel right. It was like reading a fanfiction where this random girl just knows all the main characters and you're left a little confused. But at the same time, it didn't really matter. The characters you loved weren't going to last long. Alice was a great addition to the group, a daydreamer and a wonderful heroine.
Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child: If anyone ever wanted a prolife vs. prochoice horror movie, it's either this one or Rosemary's Baby. Would you want to keep a baby that might be part Freddy? Or at the same time, would you abort a baby you dream about, and he tells you how much he likes you, even if you dont' like him? It's almost heartbreaking! I get weird vibes off this one, and I can't really remember my first opinion of this one. I think this one may have been in the wrong box and we just watched it anyway.
Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare: This was the first Nightmare on Elm Street that I had the "pleasure" of seeing. I was at my aunt's house, and they had rented it. I was about.. 9 or 10, and my dad said he'd watch it with me to show me it wasn't that scary. I remember being thoroughly freaked out, of course, and even the fact that this movie was pretty damn lame in comparison to the others (watching the others and this last one even just shows that the makeup artists weren't caring at that point. Freddy looks terrible!), but I had my dad with me, and he promised that Freddy couldn't get me. It was probably the reason that I still watch horror movies with my Dad.
Wes Craven's New Nightmare: This one I saw on Starz or Showtime when I was about 12 or 13, but chickened out halfway through. Freddy was back, again, and he was going to get me! Because he was in the real world! This is also one of my favorites, and I even wrote about the Hansel and Gretl theme in it on one of my college papers, which my professor at the time absolutely loved. He'd never seen the movie, but the way I wrote about it made him want to do his own comparisons.
Freddy vs. Jason: The only Nightmare I saw in the theatre. I went with my dad (surprise surprise) and for some reason, the ending really unsettled me and gave me a series of bad dreams. Just shows you what a movie will do to someone years later if they've already gotten fear of Freddy in their heads from all those years ago. Freddy won, though. Obviously.
Nightmare on Elm Street (2010): Now that I've seen this more than once, I can say without a shadow of a doubt, that this movie sucks. The man stalking these kids is NOT Freddy Krueger. I took all this time defending this turtle-faced growly creature by telling people that they were making Freddy darker, and that you have to forget the wise-cracking Freddy and return to the roots. I think, in this case, I was the wrong one. Also, don't name your heroine the same as the one in the first movie if she's not the same character. It just confuses people. They really could have made this a completely different horror movie, and probably a better one at that, if they erased all trace of Freddy from it. Maybe a little Hypnocil would work there...
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Horror Movie Challenge Update!!
So last month I mentioned that I was going to watch as many horror movies as I could before October 31st, right?
Well, I'm doing.. pretty decently.
The true challenge is 100 movies by Halloween, but that's just not going to happen. I keep forgetting or I'm just not in the mood for a horror movie.
But here's the list so far, of the ones I've watched up until now, with little notes on each one:
1. Wake Wood (crazy creepy, like Pet Sematary)
2. Exorcismus (really better than I thought it would be)
3. Candyman (not as scary as I remember)
4. Final Destination (hadn't watched this in a while!)
5. Final Destination 2 (meh, it was okay)
6. Final Destination 3 (by this point I was just in it to see how people would die)
7. The Final Destination (Don't call it "the final destination" unless it actually is..)
8. Halloween (classic. I forgot how great this movie is)
9. Halloween H20 (It was a cute 90s slasher movie.)
10. Halloween: Resurrection (3 words: trick or treat, muthafucka)
11. Let Me In (creeeeepy)
12. Cabin Fever (still disturbing)
13. Insidious (holy crap this movie scared me)
14. I Know What You Did Last Summer (I love the 90s teen horror movies)
15. I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (not as good as the original, but still watchable)
16. Friday the 13th [remake] (Call it blasphemy, but I liked this one better than the original)
17. Halloween [remake] (Everyone hates on this one, but hey, John Carpenter told Rob Zombie to make it his own..)
18. Halloween 2 [remake] (about 1/4 as good as the one before it)
19. Urban Legend (right up there with Scream as an awesome horror)
20. Urban Legends: Final Cut (meh)
21. Urban Legends: Bloody Mary (bloody stupid is more like)
22. Stay Alive (actually kind of creepy!)
23. Valentine (kind of silly, but still fun)
24. The Craft (I loved this movie when I was 15.. I still do)
25. The Covenant (the male Craft. It was alright)
26. Disturbing Behavior (meet the musical little creatures that hide among the flowers? a crazy take on mind control)
27. Scream (one of the best teen slashers out there)
28. Scream 2 (just as good as the original)
29. Scream 3 (not as good as the other two, but hey, we love it anyway)
30. Scream 4
31. Sorority Row (mentioned in my earlier post)
32. Return of the Living Dead 3 (I wanted a stupid zombie movie, I came out of it totally sad and kind of loving this movie)
33. Jeepers Creepers (left me with too many questions)
34. Jeepers Creepers 2 (made me fall asleep)
35. Dylan Dog: Dead of Night (felt like a good movie for Buffy lovers)
36. The Faculty (It didn't suck.. but I don't know..)
37. Dracula 2000 (liked it better now than originally)
38. Gremlins (realized I hadn't quite seen this the whole way through. Not bad!)
39. Gremlins 2 (just silly)
40. Trick R Treat (amazing movie. Everyone should see it)
41. Ginger Snaps (ditto)
42. Ginger Snaps 2 (decent sequel but I'm not a fan of the ending)
43. 30 Days of Night: Dark Days (Snooooze)
44. Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare (cartoonish version of Freddy Krueger with bad makeup and a director that thinks she saved the movie..)
45. Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge (it's an okay sequel, but sucks in comparison to the first, third and New Nightmare).
So that's all of it so far! Let me know if you like the ones I hate, or hate the ones I like! I'd love a good discussion.
Well, I'm doing.. pretty decently.
The true challenge is 100 movies by Halloween, but that's just not going to happen. I keep forgetting or I'm just not in the mood for a horror movie.
But here's the list so far, of the ones I've watched up until now, with little notes on each one:
1. Wake Wood (crazy creepy, like Pet Sematary)
2. Exorcismus (really better than I thought it would be)
3. Candyman (not as scary as I remember)
4. Final Destination (hadn't watched this in a while!)
5. Final Destination 2 (meh, it was okay)
6. Final Destination 3 (by this point I was just in it to see how people would die)
7. The Final Destination (Don't call it "the final destination" unless it actually is..)
8. Halloween (classic. I forgot how great this movie is)
9. Halloween H20 (It was a cute 90s slasher movie.)
10. Halloween: Resurrection (3 words: trick or treat, muthafucka)
11. Let Me In (creeeeepy)
12. Cabin Fever (still disturbing)
13. Insidious (holy crap this movie scared me)
14. I Know What You Did Last Summer (I love the 90s teen horror movies)
15. I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (not as good as the original, but still watchable)
16. Friday the 13th [remake] (Call it blasphemy, but I liked this one better than the original)
17. Halloween [remake] (Everyone hates on this one, but hey, John Carpenter told Rob Zombie to make it his own..)
18. Halloween 2 [remake] (about 1/4 as good as the one before it)
19. Urban Legend (right up there with Scream as an awesome horror)
20. Urban Legends: Final Cut (meh)
21. Urban Legends: Bloody Mary (bloody stupid is more like)
22. Stay Alive (actually kind of creepy!)
23. Valentine (kind of silly, but still fun)
24. The Craft (I loved this movie when I was 15.. I still do)
25. The Covenant (the male Craft. It was alright)
26. Disturbing Behavior (meet the musical little creatures that hide among the flowers? a crazy take on mind control)
27. Scream (one of the best teen slashers out there)
28. Scream 2 (just as good as the original)
29. Scream 3 (not as good as the other two, but hey, we love it anyway)
30. Scream 4
31. Sorority Row (mentioned in my earlier post)
32. Return of the Living Dead 3 (I wanted a stupid zombie movie, I came out of it totally sad and kind of loving this movie)
33. Jeepers Creepers (left me with too many questions)
34. Jeepers Creepers 2 (made me fall asleep)
35. Dylan Dog: Dead of Night (felt like a good movie for Buffy lovers)
36. The Faculty (It didn't suck.. but I don't know..)
37. Dracula 2000 (liked it better now than originally)
38. Gremlins (realized I hadn't quite seen this the whole way through. Not bad!)
39. Gremlins 2 (just silly)
40. Trick R Treat (amazing movie. Everyone should see it)
41. Ginger Snaps (ditto)
42. Ginger Snaps 2 (decent sequel but I'm not a fan of the ending)
43. 30 Days of Night: Dark Days (Snooooze)
44. Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare (cartoonish version of Freddy Krueger with bad makeup and a director that thinks she saved the movie..)
45. Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge (it's an okay sequel, but sucks in comparison to the first, third and New Nightmare).
So that's all of it so far! Let me know if you like the ones I hate, or hate the ones I like! I'd love a good discussion.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Horror movie challenge: As many as I can stand until Halloween..
Well, we'll see where this takes me! Currently I'm up to 33 horror movies by Halloween, and I'm going to try to see how many more I can get there.
I have to say, I re-watched the Scream trilogy (though it's not quite a trilogy anymore is it?), and I can watch them a hundred times without getting bored. Hopefully when I get Scream 4, I can say the same thing for it.
Not that I haven't watched it. I did. And it felt truly like a Scream movie, which was awesome.
I watched the two Jeepers Creepers movies last night, and well.. I was a bit confused. I didn't understand until AFTER the movie, when I was on the wiki page for it, why the beast sewed parts up. Okay, I still don't understand why he sewed them up. Or preserved them. Or had that ceiling o' bodies. If someone can explain that to me?
Jeepers Creepers 2, I kept falling asleep on. Not a good sign.
I'm watching Sorority Row, which incidentally is on Showtime's BEYOND channel. I actually like this movie. I find it amusing and not too badly acted. Okay it's kind of silly, and poor Carrie Fisher has to take care of a bunch of spoiled bitches who get killed, but hey.. at least she's awesome?
More to come, soon, I hope.
I have to say, I re-watched the Scream trilogy (though it's not quite a trilogy anymore is it?), and I can watch them a hundred times without getting bored. Hopefully when I get Scream 4, I can say the same thing for it.
Not that I haven't watched it. I did. And it felt truly like a Scream movie, which was awesome.
I watched the two Jeepers Creepers movies last night, and well.. I was a bit confused. I didn't understand until AFTER the movie, when I was on the wiki page for it, why the beast sewed parts up. Okay, I still don't understand why he sewed them up. Or preserved them. Or had that ceiling o' bodies. If someone can explain that to me?
Jeepers Creepers 2, I kept falling asleep on. Not a good sign.
I'm watching Sorority Row, which incidentally is on Showtime's BEYOND channel. I actually like this movie. I find it amusing and not too badly acted. Okay it's kind of silly, and poor Carrie Fisher has to take care of a bunch of spoiled bitches who get killed, but hey.. at least she's awesome?
More to come, soon, I hope.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Okay. Yeah. I'm Here.
I said this last time, I'm saying it again. Blogs are fucking hard work. Anyone that bitches because someone doesn't post on their blog enough? Try blogging.
First you have to write about something that interests you. Then you have to blog about something that interests you AND the people that may or may not be reading this.
And then you have to actually.. you know, write it.
I want to call myself a writer, but you know, it's not an easy thing to be.
So maybe I'll just start with a quick rundown of what's been going on in my life since.. last May.
I went to Monster Mania in Maryland (September), and I didn't blog about it. I didn't even write about it in my livejournal, how lame is that?
So... let's talk about that!!
So you know, Monster Mania is a horror movie convention that takes place a few times a year, and being stuck on not knowing what I wanted for my birthday, I perused their site randomly and... ZOFMGFFF and all that, TIM CURRY was going to be there.
I've loved him since I was 9. I blame him for my obsession with British men.
So anyway, I decided for my birthday I wanted a ticket to this crazy shindig in Hunt Valley. I mean hell, half the cast from Nightmare on Elm Street 3 was going to be there too, and that's one of my favorites! Meeting NANCY? HELL YES!
UNFORTUNATELY, Tim Curry had to cancel about a week after I bought my ticket. I'm under the assumption that he heard I was coming and ran screaming into the night. But that was okay. Robert Englund was going to be there. I got to meet Freddy Krueger.
He was pretty damn awesome. You want to be in a room with a guy who's not only been CLASSICALLY trained as an actor, but has spend 20 years being an iconic horror figure, and is very loving about it. He loves Freddy, he knows all about the character. He's so incredibly intelligent it makes my head spin. I could listen to Robert Englund talk all day. Really. And he liked my two vhs set of Nightmare on Elm Street. He went "Retro! This is fantastic!!" It made me happy.
You don't know how awesome people are until you meet them in person. These actors were amazing. Heather Langenkamp is one of the nicest women I will ever meet, she's adorable. And for a woman that tells you in her movies to never fall asleep, she told me to go to bed because it was past 2! (It was so cute, I couldn't stop grinning, and violently texted my best friend to tell her that NANCY TOLD ME TO GO TO SLEEP!)
I met John Saxon, and my dad was a bit starry eyed over him. You see, I didn't realize how great a man, and how big an actor John Saxon really is. He was... so incredibly nice. You know, I keep saying that, but it's so true. This man totally just, got it. It was like when we met David Carradine at Spooky World when I was younger. They're just so happy to see not only one generation, but two that are like "I know who you are!" (my favorite thing was when my dad said he remembered watching David Carradine when he was younger, David said "oh I remember you, you sat right there in front of the tv". Funny guy.)
Everyone just seemed so happy to welcome these guests over the weekend. Kane Hodder LOVED my father (well who doesn't love Santa, right?). This girl who was in some random movies where I'm sure she was naked most of the time was there with her 4 kids, and she couldn't keep her hands of my dad, and even dragged him to meet her husband. She was practically in love with my dad, and it was amusing as hell.
I'm saving some of the best for last because honestly, Rodney Eastman and Ken Sagoesfrom Nightmare 3 were so sweet, and Jennifer Rubin and Brooke Bundy were adorable (Brooke was so thrilled to meet me because I had the same name as her daughter!).
My favorite guy to meet though? Ira Heiden. You might not know his name off the top of your head, but if you've ever seen Nightmare 3, you'd know The Wizard Master. You want to meet a super awesome guy who's just so incredibly friendly, funny, and will remember you the entire weekend AND ask if you're having fun AND STEAL YOUR IPHONE SO HE CAN MAKE SURE THE PICTURE YOU TOOK OF HIM WAS GOOD? AND MAKE YOU TAKE ANOTHER CUZ HE WASNT SURE IT WAS PERFECT? Yeah. Totally have a crush on him right now.
I'm okay. Really.
I got some superb bootlegs (Evil Dead the Musical! Carrie the Musical!), a Pennywise hoodie from the awesome ass people at Fright Rags (you want to see Kristy light up at the table? Mention you know who she is because of Johnny Boots over at Freddy in Space. Great people, seriously) that scares me enough so I have to turn it inside out when I hang it up.
That was my best moment of 2010. This year? It's been a little rocky. I lost my car to some black ice (I wasn't hurt) but actually ended up with the same exact kind to replace it, only a newer year and much better parts. It's been dubbed The Aluminium Falcon.
I'm hoping hoping hoping that I get to go to another Monster Mania, and that my big vacation of the year wasn't dedicated to a weekend at Cape Cod on the offseason where I gave Santa Clauses nametags and numbers so children could pick which one they thought was the 'real' Santa. (I wish I were kidding. I'm so not.)
So here's a start. I'm going to work hard on this. It was hard at first to come back because, well, honestly? I lost my password. And I forgot the email associated with. And I just generally sucked.
BUT.
I'm going to see Scream 4 next week at midnight. And hopefully we'll have something to blog about then.
First you have to write about something that interests you. Then you have to blog about something that interests you AND the people that may or may not be reading this.
And then you have to actually.. you know, write it.
I want to call myself a writer, but you know, it's not an easy thing to be.
So maybe I'll just start with a quick rundown of what's been going on in my life since.. last May.
I went to Monster Mania in Maryland (September), and I didn't blog about it. I didn't even write about it in my livejournal, how lame is that?
So... let's talk about that!!
So you know, Monster Mania is a horror movie convention that takes place a few times a year, and being stuck on not knowing what I wanted for my birthday, I perused their site randomly and... ZOFMGFFF and all that, TIM CURRY was going to be there.
I've loved him since I was 9. I blame him for my obsession with British men.
So anyway, I decided for my birthday I wanted a ticket to this crazy shindig in Hunt Valley. I mean hell, half the cast from Nightmare on Elm Street 3 was going to be there too, and that's one of my favorites! Meeting NANCY? HELL YES!
UNFORTUNATELY, Tim Curry had to cancel about a week after I bought my ticket. I'm under the assumption that he heard I was coming and ran screaming into the night. But that was okay. Robert Englund was going to be there. I got to meet Freddy Krueger.
He was pretty damn awesome. You want to be in a room with a guy who's not only been CLASSICALLY trained as an actor, but has spend 20 years being an iconic horror figure, and is very loving about it. He loves Freddy, he knows all about the character. He's so incredibly intelligent it makes my head spin. I could listen to Robert Englund talk all day. Really. And he liked my two vhs set of Nightmare on Elm Street. He went "Retro! This is fantastic!!" It made me happy.
You don't know how awesome people are until you meet them in person. These actors were amazing. Heather Langenkamp is one of the nicest women I will ever meet, she's adorable. And for a woman that tells you in her movies to never fall asleep, she told me to go to bed because it was past 2! (It was so cute, I couldn't stop grinning, and violently texted my best friend to tell her that NANCY TOLD ME TO GO TO SLEEP!)
I met John Saxon, and my dad was a bit starry eyed over him. You see, I didn't realize how great a man, and how big an actor John Saxon really is. He was... so incredibly nice. You know, I keep saying that, but it's so true. This man totally just, got it. It was like when we met David Carradine at Spooky World when I was younger. They're just so happy to see not only one generation, but two that are like "I know who you are!" (my favorite thing was when my dad said he remembered watching David Carradine when he was younger, David said "oh I remember you, you sat right there in front of the tv". Funny guy.)
Everyone just seemed so happy to welcome these guests over the weekend. Kane Hodder LOVED my father (well who doesn't love Santa, right?). This girl who was in some random movies where I'm sure she was naked most of the time was there with her 4 kids, and she couldn't keep her hands of my dad, and even dragged him to meet her husband. She was practically in love with my dad, and it was amusing as hell.
I'm saving some of the best for last because honestly, Rodney Eastman and Ken Sagoesfrom Nightmare 3 were so sweet, and Jennifer Rubin and Brooke Bundy were adorable (Brooke was so thrilled to meet me because I had the same name as her daughter!).
My favorite guy to meet though? Ira Heiden. You might not know his name off the top of your head, but if you've ever seen Nightmare 3, you'd know The Wizard Master. You want to meet a super awesome guy who's just so incredibly friendly, funny, and will remember you the entire weekend AND ask if you're having fun AND STEAL YOUR IPHONE SO HE CAN MAKE SURE THE PICTURE YOU TOOK OF HIM WAS GOOD? AND MAKE YOU TAKE ANOTHER CUZ HE WASNT SURE IT WAS PERFECT? Yeah. Totally have a crush on him right now.
I'm okay. Really.
I got some superb bootlegs (Evil Dead the Musical! Carrie the Musical!), a Pennywise hoodie from the awesome ass people at Fright Rags (you want to see Kristy light up at the table? Mention you know who she is because of Johnny Boots over at Freddy in Space. Great people, seriously) that scares me enough so I have to turn it inside out when I hang it up.
That was my best moment of 2010. This year? It's been a little rocky. I lost my car to some black ice (I wasn't hurt) but actually ended up with the same exact kind to replace it, only a newer year and much better parts. It's been dubbed The Aluminium Falcon.
I'm hoping hoping hoping that I get to go to another Monster Mania, and that my big vacation of the year wasn't dedicated to a weekend at Cape Cod on the offseason where I gave Santa Clauses nametags and numbers so children could pick which one they thought was the 'real' Santa. (I wish I were kidding. I'm so not.)
So here's a start. I'm going to work hard on this. It was hard at first to come back because, well, honestly? I lost my password. And I forgot the email associated with. And I just generally sucked.
BUT.
I'm going to see Scream 4 next week at midnight. And hopefully we'll have something to blog about then.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The New New Nightmare.
Okay. So I got to see the new Nightmare on Elm Street (or as some people are calling it, Nightmare '10) the night it was released. 11:59pm that Thursday, I was in the seats, ready for a new saga to begin.
Now going into it, I knew a couple of things. One, this wasn't going to be the Freddy Kreuger that we all knew in the 80s. This Freddy was darker, and dare I say, maybe even INNOCENT of what he was being accused. Two, that this was a reimagining. Like Halloween before it, it was going to be completely different. It wasn't a sequel.
That said, I knew that Freddy wasn't going to be the same Freddy. Nancy wasn't Nancy, and well, Glenn Lantz wouldn't get eaten by his bed. So I settled into that thought, and maybe that was a good thing.
Because I liked it.
I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. It was dark, it made me jump. The deaths (for the most part) were pretty damn gory (the first one actually SHOCKED me). The kids were pretty smart, and I liked seeing into Freddy's past. I liked how they didn't just say "oh we convicted him, he got off, so we torched him". No. This felt pretty real.
Now granted, maybe if the names were changed, this could have been another horror movie, maybe one that more people would have enjoyed. But then they'd be on their blogs talking about how that movie was just a rip off of Nightmare on Elm Street. I mean, sure, new!Freddy's makeup wasn't the same as our old Freddy, but honestly? I wasn't a big fan of the original Freddy's makeup. It looked weird, and didn't bring to mind a burned man.
It brought to mind pizza. (Don't believe me? Check out Freddy in Space's Freddy or Cheese Pizza post)
The new Freddy's makeup looked like he was burned. Maybe around the mouth it was a little strange, but it was more realistic. If the original Nightmare makeup had been on this one, and we hadn't yet seen a Freddy Kreuger, we would have cried foul. We would have said "that looks so crappy! it's so fake!".
My only big problem was that Nancy (why did they need to name her Nancy? It wasn't like the Halloween reimagining where all the characters were the same. Nancy and Freddy were the only ones with similar names, and this Nancy's name was Holbrook), while a good actress, didn't enunciate. She mumbled, and I'm sure a lot of people had no clue what she was saying.
Oh and also, her art sucked. She looked like she worked 'so hard' on it.. and it was stick figures. I could call myself an artist too, if that's the case.
But otherwise, I really did enjoy the movie. I left Robert Englund's Freddy outside the door, and Jackie's Freddy didn't hinder anything. He didn't make me yell about the new Freddy in town, but I don't regret going to see the movie.
And I may go see it again, just to be sure.
Now going into it, I knew a couple of things. One, this wasn't going to be the Freddy Kreuger that we all knew in the 80s. This Freddy was darker, and dare I say, maybe even INNOCENT of what he was being accused. Two, that this was a reimagining. Like Halloween before it, it was going to be completely different. It wasn't a sequel.
That said, I knew that Freddy wasn't going to be the same Freddy. Nancy wasn't Nancy, and well, Glenn Lantz wouldn't get eaten by his bed. So I settled into that thought, and maybe that was a good thing.
Because I liked it.
I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. It was dark, it made me jump. The deaths (for the most part) were pretty damn gory (the first one actually SHOCKED me). The kids were pretty smart, and I liked seeing into Freddy's past. I liked how they didn't just say "oh we convicted him, he got off, so we torched him". No. This felt pretty real.
Now granted, maybe if the names were changed, this could have been another horror movie, maybe one that more people would have enjoyed. But then they'd be on their blogs talking about how that movie was just a rip off of Nightmare on Elm Street. I mean, sure, new!Freddy's makeup wasn't the same as our old Freddy, but honestly? I wasn't a big fan of the original Freddy's makeup. It looked weird, and didn't bring to mind a burned man.
It brought to mind pizza. (Don't believe me? Check out Freddy in Space's Freddy or Cheese Pizza post)
The new Freddy's makeup looked like he was burned. Maybe around the mouth it was a little strange, but it was more realistic. If the original Nightmare makeup had been on this one, and we hadn't yet seen a Freddy Kreuger, we would have cried foul. We would have said "that looks so crappy! it's so fake!".
My only big problem was that Nancy (why did they need to name her Nancy? It wasn't like the Halloween reimagining where all the characters were the same. Nancy and Freddy were the only ones with similar names, and this Nancy's name was Holbrook), while a good actress, didn't enunciate. She mumbled, and I'm sure a lot of people had no clue what she was saying.
Oh and also, her art sucked. She looked like she worked 'so hard' on it.. and it was stick figures. I could call myself an artist too, if that's the case.
But otherwise, I really did enjoy the movie. I left Robert Englund's Freddy outside the door, and Jackie's Freddy didn't hinder anything. He didn't make me yell about the new Freddy in town, but I don't regret going to see the movie.
And I may go see it again, just to be sure.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A Story.
Okay, so I'm having my golden birthday this year. For those of you that aren't certain of what I mean, a "golden" birthday is when you turn the same age as the date that you were born.
So I will be 27 on the 27th of this month. (Presents please!!)
Now as such, I sat back and thought about what I wanted. Specifically, my parents every year get me something awesome. Last year it was money for a shopping spree, the year before it was a guitar.. The year prior to that it was an ipod. You get the picture.
This year I was stumped. There wasn't something that I oh-my-god, absolutely wanted. Dad and I talked about going to the MonsterMania convention that they were going to have in Connecticut, but the they decided to push that back until 2011.
And then... they did the unthinkable. They added Tim Curry to their list of celebrities.
Now up until that time I was toying with the idea of maybe going to the one in Maryland. I want to meet Robert Englund and Heather Langenkamp (Nightmares 1, 3 and 7 are my absolute favorites). And then, they went and put my first British crush on there? Hell yes.
So guess what? My birthday will be celebrated a little late, in September, at Hunt Valley! I got my VIP tickets today, and the hotel room. I will be accompanied by Santa himself (after all, he's paying, and he's the one that got me into horror movies in the first place) and I suspect we will have a grand old time.
So I will be 27 on the 27th of this month. (Presents please!!)
Now as such, I sat back and thought about what I wanted. Specifically, my parents every year get me something awesome. Last year it was money for a shopping spree, the year before it was a guitar.. The year prior to that it was an ipod. You get the picture.
This year I was stumped. There wasn't something that I oh-my-god, absolutely wanted. Dad and I talked about going to the MonsterMania convention that they were going to have in Connecticut, but the they decided to push that back until 2011.
And then... they did the unthinkable. They added Tim Curry to their list of celebrities.
Now up until that time I was toying with the idea of maybe going to the one in Maryland. I want to meet Robert Englund and Heather Langenkamp (Nightmares 1, 3 and 7 are my absolute favorites). And then, they went and put my first British crush on there? Hell yes.
So guess what? My birthday will be celebrated a little late, in September, at Hunt Valley! I got my VIP tickets today, and the hotel room. I will be accompanied by Santa himself (after all, he's paying, and he's the one that got me into horror movies in the first place) and I suspect we will have a grand old time.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Why I Hate Diablo Cody.
Okay, I knew the title would get some of you. I can see you, your shoulders all hunched up, glaring at your screen, going "what the fuck? What kind of stupid bitch hates Diablo Cody?"
You know, maybe 1 out of the 8 of you following me.
I don't hate Diablo Cody. Fear not. She just bothers the hell out of me 99 percent of the time.
Backing up, let me just say that I'm super picky about my independent movies. I give them a chance a lot of the time because one of my favorite movies of all time was not only indie, but b-grade horror and Canadian (Ginger Snaps). And I went into it thinking I was going to laugh.
That said, I hate pretentious indie movies. Donnie Darko made me want to stab myself in the face. It's such a self-important piece of crap. If you want something similiar to it but not as obnoxious, rent The Chumscrubber. It's got a much better cast of characters, and it actually says something. And there's no weirdo in a rabbit suit.
I also hated Napoleon Dynamite. Yes, you read that right. Hated. Hated hated. I sat there the entire movie and didn't laugh once. His voice, his words. They were just... dumb. It was like everyone was trying way too hard.
And that's what Diablo Cody does. She tries, way too hard.
Take Juno, which I'm actually watching right now. I love this movie, but some of the dialogue, you just.. you want to hurt someone. Diablo Cody does what I call "trying to make fetch happen". (If you're wondering where I got that, watch Mean Girls) She keeps trying to create her own little language and slang and it just. doesn't. work. Stop trying, Diablo. You'll never make "fetch" happen.
I surprised myself by liking Juno, and the tv show United States of Tara, which is a downgraded Diablo-verse. I don't want to stab things half the time when they talk. They sound fairly normal on that show, so I can deal.
And then.. Jennifer's Body. I wanted to hate Jennifer's Body. It looked like a stupid teen slasher flick with Megan Fox playing... herself.
And she does.. play herself, in my opinion. But I loved the damn movie, and I watch it all the time. But again, she keeps trying with her lingo!
Next up, apparently Diablo's tackling Sweet Valley High. We'll see where that goes...
Sorry about the lack of postage, guys. Stuff makes sense in my head and then when I write it, it eats the big one. Like now I'm having second thoughts about this post. But I'm hitting publish before I can delete it.
You know, maybe 1 out of the 8 of you following me.
I don't hate Diablo Cody. Fear not. She just bothers the hell out of me 99 percent of the time.
Backing up, let me just say that I'm super picky about my independent movies. I give them a chance a lot of the time because one of my favorite movies of all time was not only indie, but b-grade horror and Canadian (Ginger Snaps). And I went into it thinking I was going to laugh.
That said, I hate pretentious indie movies. Donnie Darko made me want to stab myself in the face. It's such a self-important piece of crap. If you want something similiar to it but not as obnoxious, rent The Chumscrubber. It's got a much better cast of characters, and it actually says something. And there's no weirdo in a rabbit suit.
I also hated Napoleon Dynamite. Yes, you read that right. Hated. Hated hated. I sat there the entire movie and didn't laugh once. His voice, his words. They were just... dumb. It was like everyone was trying way too hard.
And that's what Diablo Cody does. She tries, way too hard.
Take Juno, which I'm actually watching right now. I love this movie, but some of the dialogue, you just.. you want to hurt someone. Diablo Cody does what I call "trying to make fetch happen". (If you're wondering where I got that, watch Mean Girls) She keeps trying to create her own little language and slang and it just. doesn't. work. Stop trying, Diablo. You'll never make "fetch" happen.
I surprised myself by liking Juno, and the tv show United States of Tara, which is a downgraded Diablo-verse. I don't want to stab things half the time when they talk. They sound fairly normal on that show, so I can deal.
And then.. Jennifer's Body. I wanted to hate Jennifer's Body. It looked like a stupid teen slasher flick with Megan Fox playing... herself.
And she does.. play herself, in my opinion. But I loved the damn movie, and I watch it all the time. But again, she keeps trying with her lingo!
Next up, apparently Diablo's tackling Sweet Valley High. We'll see where that goes...
Sorry about the lack of postage, guys. Stuff makes sense in my head and then when I write it, it eats the big one. Like now I'm having second thoughts about this post. But I'm hitting publish before I can delete it.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Just a short note.
I get it. You don't like Twilight. Okay.
Stop calling it Twatlight. You sound like a moron.
Just saying.
Stop calling it Twatlight. You sound like a moron.
Just saying.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
So... much... snark...
So okay, my family just got a beeeautiful new living room set (basically we got everything new except the lighting, our DVD shelves, the carpet, and the walls). We have this gorgeous chocolate brown loveseat and couch set, and a 60 inch flat screen tv.
I also made a contribution, and put a blu ray player in there.
Okay, I'll stop licking the screen over this.
The reason I'm excited is because the other night I was terrribly bored, and decided to watch a movie in there. The movie? Rainbow Bright and the Star Stealer.
Now why is this important to all of you in blogland? I'll tell you why. I watched it, and there was so much damn snark to be had, that I'm going to write a recap of it!
Yes, you read right! I will FINALLY be doing what I promised! I'll be writing a recap!!
Now, it is going to take some time. As a friend of mine said recently, writing isn't easy. And writing while watching a DVD is even harder.
So be prepared!!
I also made a contribution, and put a blu ray player in there.
Okay, I'll stop licking the screen over this.
The reason I'm excited is because the other night I was terrribly bored, and decided to watch a movie in there. The movie? Rainbow Bright and the Star Stealer.
Now why is this important to all of you in blogland? I'll tell you why. I watched it, and there was so much damn snark to be had, that I'm going to write a recap of it!
Yes, you read right! I will FINALLY be doing what I promised! I'll be writing a recap!!
Now, it is going to take some time. As a friend of mine said recently, writing isn't easy. And writing while watching a DVD is even harder.
So be prepared!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
In which I totally fail as a blogger.
Do you know it's hard to write stuff on a blog?
It is.
Especially when you think "OMGZ THIS'LL GO RIGHT ON MY BLOG!" when you're out somewhere thinking about this super great topic.. And then you get home.. and well.. you really don't feel like it anymore.
Procrastination ahoy!
That said, sorry for being lame over the no Halloween posts. Or Thankgiving. Or Christmas.
But I will make it up to you. I will tell you what I got for Christmas.
My big gift (besides lots of money) was an Amazon Kindle. Yes, the thing that you put books on. I'd kind of wanted a Barnes & Noble Nook, but due to Barnes & Noble not realizing that ZOMG people read a LOT and putting out a piece of electronics that is not only blatantly awesome but even more blatantly awesome than ever, it was sold out as soon as you could look at it.
And then sold out again. I know it's probably a supply and demand DREAM, but if you want people to buy your stuff... shouldn't you like.. have it to sell? None of this "preorder so we can send it to you sometime in February!" shit. If I want something, I want it now. I hate waiting.
So anyway. I've named my Kindle Giles. Yes. Giles. And yes, my electronics (mostly) have names. My PC is Deep Thought. And I think my iPod had a name, but it won't tell me.
Evil little bastard.
Anyway, I also got a boatload of Wii games: Super Mario Bros. (I played this for 30 minutes and had to put it down because otherwise I would have stayed up all night until I finished it), Punch-Out, Guitar Hero 5, Guitar Hero Smash Hits (which of course includes a song that is the BANE of my existance for reasons I will not put on this blog), and Rock Band 2.
I like my music.
I also received a pair of Grinch Pajamas, including a pair of Merry Grinchmas boxer shorts that will probably live to scare the daylights out of me repeatedly. There's something about Grinchy eyes, dude. Especially at 3am when you're in the bathroom, and as you go to pull up your boxers you realize that you've got 3 scary yellow eyes staring at you. (3 yellow eyes, yes. Apparently there's an overlap on the eyes in the escape flap that mens' boxers are so fond of. Being a girl, I have no use for this flap)
My father also gave me license to buy 6 books for my Kindle (yay!), and my mother and he presented me with a 50 dollar Barnes & Noble gift card, but were rather shocked to learn that I couldn't put anything I bought with the gift card on my precious Kindle. But, I assured them, not only is it impossible for EVERY SINGLE BOOK to be on Kindle, I like real books. It wouldn't go to waste (it didn't).
The money they gave me went to the purchase of 10 books, One Tree Hill season 6 (I seriously needed my Leyton fix. It made me very happy and I'm contemplating re-watching it), House seasons 4 & 5 (have I mentioned my love for older British men yet?), The Wizard of Oz on blu-ray (ooooh so pretty), Angel seasons 1 & 2 (I've never seen it.. I KNOW! I KNOW! It was also on sale 14.99 for 2 seasons together!), and some clothing from Old Navy (ho hum right?).
I just finished watching Julie & Julia, which probably explains why I've hopped onto my blog. And also why I made fettucine alfredo (well.. spaghetti with butter and half and half with parmesean cheese) afterwards. I want to do something, I want to set a goal.
I also want to write my goddamn novel, but that's harder that walking through dry concrete. My thoughts are all up there and zero drafts make no sense to me. Putting it all together means I'll have to re-read it. And when I re-read, I delete.
I was thinking, what if I wrote in the blog about my 2010 goal of 100 books? I did succeed reading 100 this year, but I'm not too sure if people here would really LIKE reading about books that I've read. It might be boring.
What about movies? 100 movies. Or 365 movies next year. One movie a day. Any movie. Even one I've seen before?
I don't know. I'm overreaching. Let me know what you think! I'm currently lurking over at Matt's X-E Christmas Fallout (as Cat the Vampire Slayer), but I'd love to hear what you have to say!
It is.
Especially when you think "OMGZ THIS'LL GO RIGHT ON MY BLOG!" when you're out somewhere thinking about this super great topic.. And then you get home.. and well.. you really don't feel like it anymore.
Procrastination ahoy!
That said, sorry for being lame over the no Halloween posts. Or Thankgiving. Or Christmas.
But I will make it up to you. I will tell you what I got for Christmas.
My big gift (besides lots of money) was an Amazon Kindle. Yes, the thing that you put books on. I'd kind of wanted a Barnes & Noble Nook, but due to Barnes & Noble not realizing that ZOMG people read a LOT and putting out a piece of electronics that is not only blatantly awesome but even more blatantly awesome than ever, it was sold out as soon as you could look at it.
And then sold out again. I know it's probably a supply and demand DREAM, but if you want people to buy your stuff... shouldn't you like.. have it to sell? None of this "preorder so we can send it to you sometime in February!" shit. If I want something, I want it now. I hate waiting.
So anyway. I've named my Kindle Giles. Yes. Giles. And yes, my electronics (mostly) have names. My PC is Deep Thought. And I think my iPod had a name, but it won't tell me.
Evil little bastard.
Anyway, I also got a boatload of Wii games: Super Mario Bros. (I played this for 30 minutes and had to put it down because otherwise I would have stayed up all night until I finished it), Punch-Out, Guitar Hero 5, Guitar Hero Smash Hits (which of course includes a song that is the BANE of my existance for reasons I will not put on this blog), and Rock Band 2.
I like my music.
I also received a pair of Grinch Pajamas, including a pair of Merry Grinchmas boxer shorts that will probably live to scare the daylights out of me repeatedly. There's something about Grinchy eyes, dude. Especially at 3am when you're in the bathroom, and as you go to pull up your boxers you realize that you've got 3 scary yellow eyes staring at you. (3 yellow eyes, yes. Apparently there's an overlap on the eyes in the escape flap that mens' boxers are so fond of. Being a girl, I have no use for this flap)
My father also gave me license to buy 6 books for my Kindle (yay!), and my mother and he presented me with a 50 dollar Barnes & Noble gift card, but were rather shocked to learn that I couldn't put anything I bought with the gift card on my precious Kindle. But, I assured them, not only is it impossible for EVERY SINGLE BOOK to be on Kindle, I like real books. It wouldn't go to waste (it didn't).
The money they gave me went to the purchase of 10 books, One Tree Hill season 6 (I seriously needed my Leyton fix. It made me very happy and I'm contemplating re-watching it), House seasons 4 & 5 (have I mentioned my love for older British men yet?), The Wizard of Oz on blu-ray (ooooh so pretty), Angel seasons 1 & 2 (I've never seen it.. I KNOW! I KNOW! It was also on sale 14.99 for 2 seasons together!), and some clothing from Old Navy (ho hum right?).
I just finished watching Julie & Julia, which probably explains why I've hopped onto my blog. And also why I made fettucine alfredo (well.. spaghetti with butter and half and half with parmesean cheese) afterwards. I want to do something, I want to set a goal.
I also want to write my goddamn novel, but that's harder that walking through dry concrete. My thoughts are all up there and zero drafts make no sense to me. Putting it all together means I'll have to re-read it. And when I re-read, I delete.
I was thinking, what if I wrote in the blog about my 2010 goal of 100 books? I did succeed reading 100 this year, but I'm not too sure if people here would really LIKE reading about books that I've read. It might be boring.
What about movies? 100 movies. Or 365 movies next year. One movie a day. Any movie. Even one I've seen before?
I don't know. I'm overreaching. Let me know what you think! I'm currently lurking over at Matt's X-E Christmas Fallout (as Cat the Vampire Slayer), but I'd love to hear what you have to say!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Yay!
So I'm on the Countdown to Halloween, so I promise that I'll.. countdown.
Also, I've acquired my costume! Thanks to Target for once again giving me the inspiration. Or, more like, giving Emily the inspiration for me to steal.
So to all you newcomers, HI! What would YOU like to see me talk about this Halloween?
Also, I've acquired my costume! Thanks to Target for once again giving me the inspiration. Or, more like, giving Emily the inspiration for me to steal.
So to all you newcomers, HI! What would YOU like to see me talk about this Halloween?
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Halloween Post 1: Who Let the Mummies Out?
So, now it's October. I know this because, well.. my calendar told me.
And because the leaves are falling everywhere, that smell is in the air.. And I'm searching for a good costume to wear to work.
Also, because my pharmacy is now decked out with Halloween awesomeness. I'm already addicted to Bat Dots, and now, I've got things to decorate my car with.
Including, Caeser.
Now, let me tell you a little story.
It's a busy day at work (I'm a technician at a pharmacy chain that consists of 3 letters.). I'm kind of blah, and this girl comes up with something in her hands that she's named Gunther.
Gunther is the kitty cat you see up there. Now, I'd seen him sitting on the shelf at work with the other Halloween knick knacks. What I didn't know, and didn't realize, was that Gunther SINGS.
Yes, he sings. Of course he does. Halloween isn't Halloween without something singing at you.. You know, werewolves of london or thriller or something..
Now she tells me, Gunther sings, and he very much made her day with his singing. Why don't I try him out? He'll make my day.
Now I'm about to say no, but the look on her face tells me that I should indulge. So I press the little purple button on Gunther's leg. Immediately, Gunther springs to life.
Yes, he springs. He flails, and in a shrill voice he opens with:
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? WHO!? WHO?! WHO!?
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? WHO!? WHO?! WHO!?
I immediately, out of shock, shut him off, and proceed to laugh. Gunther had made my night in being so ridiculous as to start singing something totally random as Who Let the Dogs Out.
The Baha Men must be so proud that their anthem is being belted by a black cat with bandages all over him.
Now, as soon as he belts this tune and I shut him off, I'd decided. I must have a Gunther of my own. And, to my shock, he's 25 percent off!
So I bought a Gunther, who I've dubbed Caeser, and brought him home to show my family.
Something I hadn't noticed previously that I was happy to find when I got home.. Not only does my Caeser sing and flail? His eyes glow red as he does it!
Talk about Halloween spirit!!
Caeser is going to sit in my rear window, taunting passersby with an unsung song as they see him. He will sit amongst some black and orange garland, and be my mascot for Halloween.
Then maybe I'll put a Santa hat on him....
Monday, July 13, 2009
Have You Seen My Childhood?
It's been a while since I last posted. I know. I fail. But also, the day I think of what to post next, something happens.
I will tell you a story.
I had a parakeet named Patrick. He died when I was about 9 years old. Around that time, 3rd grade, I was getting all those tests that every 3rd grader got, and finally graduating from speech therapy (I still don't see why I went. There was nothing wrong with my s's and z's..). One day, my parents and I have to go for a meeting.
Uh oh.
The meeting topic? I need to be in a gifted child program. I'm reading at a high school level. Almost college! So, what do my parents do? Reward me of course! I got to go to the pet store and get a new birdy. After all, it was just my dog in the house and she was oh-so-lonely, right? We'd had a cat but she refused to be litter trained, since she was raised a barn cat.. She had to go back..
So I got a bird. A pretty male parakeet. They were the most colorful, and they were supposedly able to maybe talk! I'd started listening to a new singer (new singer to me that is) and knew EXACTLY what to name our new edition.
Michael Jackson Bird. Yes. Not Mike, or just Michael. Michael Jackson Bird. I was 9, and in love with Michael Jackson.
I wanted to marry Michael Jackson. My best friend, she wanted to marry Michael too. She was also 9, and that's how we became friends. Our love of the gloved one.
I cried when he was put on trial for child molestation a couple of years later. Cried. Hard. I didn't believe it. (I still don't.) My idol couldn't do that.
Let's fastforward about 10 years later. 2003. I'm 20 years old. Just on the cusp of adulthood. Teen years are behind me. That October, my dog dies. My dog, the only dog I'd ever had. We got her when I was 5. She was my childhood, my adolescence. She died in her sleep while I was at a play, and we came home to find her flanked by two cats, who were protecting her.
I cried for 3 days.
A month later, maybe not even.. 3 weeks maybe.. I get a phone call. My first absolute obsessive teen crush, whom I fell in love with when I was 10 years old, and still held a candle for.. had killed himself. Imagine 3 girls, three 20-somethings on the phone together, sobbing because we find out a week later that an actor we all loved so dearly didn't realize how loved he truly was..
I'd thought I'd all but lost my childhood that year.
Fast forward 6 years. My poor little Michael Jackson Bird had died the previous summer (he broke a wing and was just in so much pain.. He'd seemingly lived forever! He used to dance when we played music for him.. He loved Jackson 5 best), and I'm at work, a slow day for once.
"Michael Jackson's been rushed to the hospital." Is the first sentence out of my coworker's mouth when she comes in. Not even half an hour later, I hear calls of "Michael Jackson died." echoing through the pharmacy as a group of coworkers stop in to relay the news.
I think that moment was the true end to my childhood. The moment where I found that the entertainer I thought would never fade away, was ripped away.
Now I'm not saying I still loved him the way I did when I was 9, but I thought him a fabulous entertainer. He was a part of my life, the life of an 80s child. An 80s geek.
Lady: 1988-2003
Jonathan Brandis: 1976-2003
Michael Jackson Bird: 1993-2008
Michael Jackson: 1958-2009
My childhood lays in ruins, a small list of birth and death dates that I wasn't prepared for. I try hard not to shut down the way I did in 2003, brought back only by a 3 hour crying jag that I thought would never stop.
I don't mean for this to be a sad blog post, but I need to say something, don't I? I need to be the pop culture junkie that I tote myself as. I need to admit that my heart broke when little Paris told everyone how much she loved her daddy, and how when I came home, I hugged my father as hard as I could.
I promise my next blogpost will be happier. And may contain pictures of myself dressed up for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Because that is what I need to cheer myself up.
I will tell you a story.
I had a parakeet named Patrick. He died when I was about 9 years old. Around that time, 3rd grade, I was getting all those tests that every 3rd grader got, and finally graduating from speech therapy (I still don't see why I went. There was nothing wrong with my s's and z's..). One day, my parents and I have to go for a meeting.
Uh oh.
The meeting topic? I need to be in a gifted child program. I'm reading at a high school level. Almost college! So, what do my parents do? Reward me of course! I got to go to the pet store and get a new birdy. After all, it was just my dog in the house and she was oh-so-lonely, right? We'd had a cat but she refused to be litter trained, since she was raised a barn cat.. She had to go back..
So I got a bird. A pretty male parakeet. They were the most colorful, and they were supposedly able to maybe talk! I'd started listening to a new singer (new singer to me that is) and knew EXACTLY what to name our new edition.
Michael Jackson Bird. Yes. Not Mike, or just Michael. Michael Jackson Bird. I was 9, and in love with Michael Jackson.
I wanted to marry Michael Jackson. My best friend, she wanted to marry Michael too. She was also 9, and that's how we became friends. Our love of the gloved one.
I cried when he was put on trial for child molestation a couple of years later. Cried. Hard. I didn't believe it. (I still don't.) My idol couldn't do that.
Let's fastforward about 10 years later. 2003. I'm 20 years old. Just on the cusp of adulthood. Teen years are behind me. That October, my dog dies. My dog, the only dog I'd ever had. We got her when I was 5. She was my childhood, my adolescence. She died in her sleep while I was at a play, and we came home to find her flanked by two cats, who were protecting her.
I cried for 3 days.
A month later, maybe not even.. 3 weeks maybe.. I get a phone call. My first absolute obsessive teen crush, whom I fell in love with when I was 10 years old, and still held a candle for.. had killed himself. Imagine 3 girls, three 20-somethings on the phone together, sobbing because we find out a week later that an actor we all loved so dearly didn't realize how loved he truly was..
I'd thought I'd all but lost my childhood that year.
Fast forward 6 years. My poor little Michael Jackson Bird had died the previous summer (he broke a wing and was just in so much pain.. He'd seemingly lived forever! He used to dance when we played music for him.. He loved Jackson 5 best), and I'm at work, a slow day for once.
"Michael Jackson's been rushed to the hospital." Is the first sentence out of my coworker's mouth when she comes in. Not even half an hour later, I hear calls of "Michael Jackson died." echoing through the pharmacy as a group of coworkers stop in to relay the news.
I think that moment was the true end to my childhood. The moment where I found that the entertainer I thought would never fade away, was ripped away.
Now I'm not saying I still loved him the way I did when I was 9, but I thought him a fabulous entertainer. He was a part of my life, the life of an 80s child. An 80s geek.
Lady: 1988-2003
Jonathan Brandis: 1976-2003
Michael Jackson Bird: 1993-2008
Michael Jackson: 1958-2009
My childhood lays in ruins, a small list of birth and death dates that I wasn't prepared for. I try hard not to shut down the way I did in 2003, brought back only by a 3 hour crying jag that I thought would never stop.
I don't mean for this to be a sad blog post, but I need to say something, don't I? I need to be the pop culture junkie that I tote myself as. I need to admit that my heart broke when little Paris told everyone how much she loved her daddy, and how when I came home, I hugged my father as hard as I could.
I promise my next blogpost will be happier. And may contain pictures of myself dressed up for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Because that is what I need to cheer myself up.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
In which I love Jim Henson
This blog post is about a month or so coming, as I thought about it at the middle of April. What can I say? Laziness + My World Exploding = No blog posts. It happens, right?
Right?
So this post started from two places: First, I watched Mirrormask at a friend's house. Wow. That's all I really have to say. It was a mental mindfuck of the good variety, a great Alice in Wonderland-type Labyrinth-like adventure produced by the Jim Henson studio. And it really made me feel like Mr. Henson himself had a hand in it. It made me miss him.
The second is a birthday present I got from another friend. She and I both love the muppets, and she found this at a yard sale:
That's my cat, Molly, playing Vanna White to the present. It's a Kermit the Frog suncatcher! Guessing by the way it looks and just how cute it is, it seems handmade, which is so much cooler than anything I've ever seen.
I feel like I own something no one else has!
Anyway, my love for the Muppets began a million years ago, when I was little. I remember watching The Muppet Babies on tv all the time, and The Muppet Movie, as well.
I was afraid of Animal, though, especially that scene where he gets HUGE and threatens Doc Hopper? OMG huge Animal going to kill people!
I'm going to be honest and say I haven't seen the other original muppet movies, such as Muppets Take Manhattan or Great Muppet Caper. I fell in love with Muppet Christmas Carol (I love Christmas, and A Christmas Carol, though Mickey's will always be my favorite), and Muppet Treasure Island has Tim Curry in it! (You can't go wrong with Tim Curry, honestly.)
Another thing that made me love Jim Henson was Labyrinth. I didn't grow up with Labyrinth. My best friend in the entire world introduced it to me when I was 15. And I loved it.
I mean, David Bowie? Tight pants? What's not to love?
Seriously, it's such a fantastic movie, and I feel terrible for not having seen it sooner. Though this past summer I was able to see it on the big screen thanks to the nearby cinema's college movie nights.
Now THAT was amazing! (I got to see Back to the Future there too.. Gotta love that!)
You'll notice there's one Jim Henson movie I'm leaving out here. That would be The Dark Crystal.
Now I'm going to post a disclaimer: my feelings are not everyone's. If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. Don't condemn me, please?
I hated The Dark Crystal.
I can't ever watch The Dark Crystal.
Why? Well, my boyfriend at the time LOVED this movie, but alas, he didn't have it on DVD. Now I'm a good girlfriend, so I bought it for him! He, in turn, decided to introduce me to it..
Now I don't know how it happened, or what caused it, but for 3/4 of the movie, I was violently ill. I ended up with my head on his leg, bright green, trying my hardest not to throw up.
And I've seen some pretty gross horror movies..
This movie just... wrecked me. I was so sick to my stomach and so nauseated. And I can't tell you why. I don't get this sort of reaction to other movies, except for The Last Unicorn. I get a migraine from that one. (And I've tried to watch it about 4 times)
It makes me sad that I can't enjoy a movie by the great man, but I guess that's just one of my flaws.
So Jim Henson? We miss you. You need to come back as a zombie and bite some Disney reps for making Muppet Wizard of Oz and all.. Oh, and make them bring back Fraggle Rock.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The End. Of. Stuff.
Not the end of this blog. Don't worry. I keep thinking of things to write, I get distracted, I get lazy, and then I just forget.
I'm here, and will be for a while!
I'm talking about the end of tv shows. ER's series finale aired last Thursday, and the only thing it made me want is another season. They ended it so quietly, just casually shoving Rachel Greene (am I the only one who giggles and thinks of Jennifer Aniston?) into County General, and talking about Mark Greene a little bit. Showing a couple of old cast members and making it feel more like a reunion show than an ending.. I wasn't a fan.
Don't get me wrong. I hate endings. I hate that things have to end. Especially tv shows. I pouted for a week when Buffy ended. I still kind of am, though I wonder where they would have gone had they still been on tv.
What I hate even worse are non-endings. When tv shows just get lopped off at the knees. Pushing Daisies, I'm looking at you. You did nothing wrong, and were made of awesome.
The same can be said to your older siblings Wonderfalls and Dead Like Me. What did they ever do but be quirky?
I don't like to see the characters I love so much go away. I had to deal with my first tragedy of show ending when NBC just decided that seaQuest didn't deserve to be around anymore. It's a harsh lesson to learn at 13 when you find out your teenage lustings are gone.
Okay, I lied, the first series finale I remember seeing was Wonder Years. But that didn't feel like an end to me. I was like.. 7? And all I knew is that Kevin Arnold wasn't on tv anymore, so maybe that meant he'd show up at my house and ask me to marry him. Guess I was wrong.
I don't put much stock into tv shows anymore. After being burned by Pushing Daisies running away on me, I don't want to start loving another show only to have it taken away. Perhaps that's why I haven't watched any of Dollhouse, or caught more than an episode of Castle. Yes, yes, I know ratings are what makes the shows come back, but I'm torn. I've gotten my heart broken.
I'll just wait for DVD.
I'm here, and will be for a while!
I'm talking about the end of tv shows. ER's series finale aired last Thursday, and the only thing it made me want is another season. They ended it so quietly, just casually shoving Rachel Greene (am I the only one who giggles and thinks of Jennifer Aniston?) into County General, and talking about Mark Greene a little bit. Showing a couple of old cast members and making it feel more like a reunion show than an ending.. I wasn't a fan.
Don't get me wrong. I hate endings. I hate that things have to end. Especially tv shows. I pouted for a week when Buffy ended. I still kind of am, though I wonder where they would have gone had they still been on tv.
What I hate even worse are non-endings. When tv shows just get lopped off at the knees. Pushing Daisies, I'm looking at you. You did nothing wrong, and were made of awesome.
The same can be said to your older siblings Wonderfalls and Dead Like Me. What did they ever do but be quirky?
I don't like to see the characters I love so much go away. I had to deal with my first tragedy of show ending when NBC just decided that seaQuest didn't deserve to be around anymore. It's a harsh lesson to learn at 13 when you find out your teenage lustings are gone.
Okay, I lied, the first series finale I remember seeing was Wonder Years. But that didn't feel like an end to me. I was like.. 7? And all I knew is that Kevin Arnold wasn't on tv anymore, so maybe that meant he'd show up at my house and ask me to marry him. Guess I was wrong.
I don't put much stock into tv shows anymore. After being burned by Pushing Daisies running away on me, I don't want to start loving another show only to have it taken away. Perhaps that's why I haven't watched any of Dollhouse, or caught more than an episode of Castle. Yes, yes, I know ratings are what makes the shows come back, but I'm torn. I've gotten my heart broken.
I'll just wait for DVD.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
NEWS! GREAT NEWS!
It seems that they've finally cast a Freddy for the Nightmare remake!
And the winner?
Jackie Earle Haley!!
I'm thrilled. I don't care if he's only an inch taller than me. I know he's going to be awesome.
I have 3 links that confirm it too... AND it starts filming on my birthday!!
http://www.worstpreviews.com/headline.php?id=12851
http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b107779_rorschach_moves_onto_elm_street_new.html?utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=imdb_topstories
http://www.aceshowbiz.com/news/view/00023277.html
Enjoy!
And the winner?
Jackie Earle Haley!!
I'm thrilled. I don't care if he's only an inch taller than me. I know he's going to be awesome.
I have 3 links that confirm it too... AND it starts filming on my birthday!!
http://www.worstpreviews.com/headline.php?id=12851
http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b107779_rorschach_moves_onto_elm_street_new.html?utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=imdb_topstories
http://www.aceshowbiz.com/news/view/00023277.html
Enjoy!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Some Things Can Still Scare the Piss Out of You..
Yeah, yeah, I know. I suck. I haven't posted in a bit. I've been toying with what to post next. First, I was thinking Rainbow Brite episodes, but I'm just lazy.
Then I was thinking other movies, but again, lazy.
So I'm just going to babble again, and you'll just have to deal with it! Or, you know, close the window. Whatever.
Today, I want to talk about being afraid. Now, I'm not talking about end of the world, zombie apocolypse fear.
I'm talking child fear. Child fear that may still apply today. When you're little, things can be pretty goddamn scary. That slightly open closet can hold a helluva lot of monsters.
But me? I was special.
1. E.T.
Fucking E.T. Stupid turd-shaped monster of DOOM. As you all know, I'm a child of the 80's (1983 to be exact), and E.T. came out in 1982 in the theatre. Now, I think I was about.... 3.. when the VHS came out. My parents were ape for this; apparently we pre-ordered the tape from Major Video, and they had a choice of whether or not to get a plush E.T. with it. They opted not to.
Good choice.
We had a huge console television. I'm not certain they make those anymore, but for those of you that have no idea what they are, look here. This is pretty much EXACTLY what it looked like. Now, it had STEREO sound!!! So, we all popped in the tape to watch the grand children's movie, E.T., as loud as possible, to get the movie theatre effect.
And then E.T. screamed. And I lost my shit.
I remember FLIPPING out when E.T. screamed. Like, seriously having a spastic fit of grand proportions. I dont' remember much else of it, though it was probably just my parents turning off the movie or something. After that, the next time I saw E.T., I was 13. And it still creeped me out.
I was even afraid of the Amblin Logo. Because, well.. it was E.T. and he was damn scary.
2. Gremlins
I don't have an epic story to go with this one, unfortunately. I don't remember having a headfit watching this movie, but I always just remember being afraid of the gremlins. Even Gizmo! I never had a Gizmo doll, or anything close (though when I was older I did get Furbies, of course, because who didn't?), except for a book on record (HEAR the story, SEE the.. whatever.) I think it was mostly the little logo that really did it for me though. See it there? At the bottom? A little gremlin coming out of a box? Forget it, I didn't want that shit.
3. The end of movies.
I'm not talking like, the endings or whatever. I mean the physical end of the actual tape. I don't know why. Maybe it was the snow at the end, or the FBI Warning!!!.. or maybe the logos scared the crap out of me. But when I was little, I was convinced something was going to get me if I watched the credits. (I think maybe Gremlins had laughing evils at the end, which could have done it). Even now I get a little antsy if I stay during the credits..
4. Movie Logos
Over at Nostalgia Junkie, there was a whole post about scary logos and theme songs and stuff. The one that really frightened me was the F.H.E logo (with its synthesizer of EVIL), the United Artists one, and Thames (usually found on Danger Mouse or Count Duckula). Thames was enough to make me want to run out of the room. Oh, and of course, the Amblin Logo, cuz it was E.T.
There was also a few different movies that had freaky music that scared the pee out of me. Poltergeist's theme, the ending music of E.T (where you see the rainbow... I guess I just really have a problem with that movie all together haha), and the part where the arm comes up in Carrie and grabs Sue. The music just sticks with me and freaks me out..
What scares me now? Japanese Horror movies (The Ring, The Grudge.. that stupid fucking noise that that stupid grudge creature makes..), and The Exorcist. I can only watch that movie like.... once every few years. I can't look at any pictures of Linda Blair in that makeup (and I've met her twice!).. I just.. no. Can't do it. Freaks me out. I'm freaked out just thinking about it.
Oddly enough though? I've fallen asleep to both Carrie AND Hellraiser. By choice. And there were numerous times where I've passed out during a Nightmare on Elm Street marathon.
But I never claimed to be normal.
Then I was thinking other movies, but again, lazy.
So I'm just going to babble again, and you'll just have to deal with it! Or, you know, close the window. Whatever.
Today, I want to talk about being afraid. Now, I'm not talking about end of the world, zombie apocolypse fear.
I'm talking child fear. Child fear that may still apply today. When you're little, things can be pretty goddamn scary. That slightly open closet can hold a helluva lot of monsters.
But me? I was special.
1. E.T.
Fucking E.T. Stupid turd-shaped monster of DOOM. As you all know, I'm a child of the 80's (1983 to be exact), and E.T. came out in 1982 in the theatre. Now, I think I was about.... 3.. when the VHS came out. My parents were ape for this; apparently we pre-ordered the tape from Major Video, and they had a choice of whether or not to get a plush E.T. with it. They opted not to.
Good choice.
We had a huge console television. I'm not certain they make those anymore, but for those of you that have no idea what they are, look here. This is pretty much EXACTLY what it looked like. Now, it had STEREO sound!!! So, we all popped in the tape to watch the grand children's movie, E.T., as loud as possible, to get the movie theatre effect.
And then E.T. screamed. And I lost my shit.
I remember FLIPPING out when E.T. screamed. Like, seriously having a spastic fit of grand proportions. I dont' remember much else of it, though it was probably just my parents turning off the movie or something. After that, the next time I saw E.T., I was 13. And it still creeped me out.
I was even afraid of the Amblin Logo. Because, well.. it was E.T. and he was damn scary.
2. Gremlins
I don't have an epic story to go with this one, unfortunately. I don't remember having a headfit watching this movie, but I always just remember being afraid of the gremlins. Even Gizmo! I never had a Gizmo doll, or anything close (though when I was older I did get Furbies, of course, because who didn't?), except for a book on record (HEAR the story, SEE the.. whatever.) I think it was mostly the little logo that really did it for me though. See it there? At the bottom? A little gremlin coming out of a box? Forget it, I didn't want that shit.
3. The end of movies.
I'm not talking like, the endings or whatever. I mean the physical end of the actual tape. I don't know why. Maybe it was the snow at the end, or the FBI Warning!!!.. or maybe the logos scared the crap out of me. But when I was little, I was convinced something was going to get me if I watched the credits. (I think maybe Gremlins had laughing evils at the end, which could have done it). Even now I get a little antsy if I stay during the credits..
4. Movie Logos
Over at Nostalgia Junkie, there was a whole post about scary logos and theme songs and stuff. The one that really frightened me was the F.H.E logo (with its synthesizer of EVIL), the United Artists one, and Thames (usually found on Danger Mouse or Count Duckula). Thames was enough to make me want to run out of the room. Oh, and of course, the Amblin Logo, cuz it was E.T.
There was also a few different movies that had freaky music that scared the pee out of me. Poltergeist's theme, the ending music of E.T (where you see the rainbow... I guess I just really have a problem with that movie all together haha), and the part where the arm comes up in Carrie and grabs Sue. The music just sticks with me and freaks me out..
What scares me now? Japanese Horror movies (The Ring, The Grudge.. that stupid fucking noise that that stupid grudge creature makes..), and The Exorcist. I can only watch that movie like.... once every few years. I can't look at any pictures of Linda Blair in that makeup (and I've met her twice!).. I just.. no. Can't do it. Freaks me out. I'm freaked out just thinking about it.
Oddly enough though? I've fallen asleep to both Carrie AND Hellraiser. By choice. And there were numerous times where I've passed out during a Nightmare on Elm Street marathon.
But I never claimed to be normal.
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