Can I See Some I.D. Please?
“Maybe they can just modernize the thing all the way around and have Chris Hansen and the Dateline team luring a pre-burning Freddy to a remote house while some kid’s parents are allegedly on vacation.”
A few hours later one of the site's webmasters, Jeff posts this picture, which he'd whipped up in Photoshop, which really cracked me up, so I thought I'd share it with all seven of the folks who read this site.
I think the most offensive thing about the proposed re-make of Elm Street is that there's a lot of talk that Robert Englund may not be playing Freddy, which is just fucking stupid, I mean, the guy originated the character and gave him the personality that eveyone wanted to see more of. It's not as though we're talking about replacing one silent hulking stuntman with another (ala Jason Vorhees), the very voice of the character is instantly recognizable. What next, they make another shitty direct to video Hellraiser, but fuckit, let's get some other bald guy in to play Pinhead...how about that guy from Hitman, he's willing to shave his head, right?
Aside from that rant, let's see what Thursday brought, shall we?
I got a good bit of work done on the graphs, although I had to knock off in the afternoon because the numbers stopped making sense and I was getting pissed off. I think this may have been a subconscious reason I was putting this stuff off as long as I did, because I remember when I first went over things the numbers looked fucked up even at a first glance, so now trying to get them to make sense to the point that I can transfer that information to a graph is a giant pain in the ass. I did however get to listen to a few things on the old iPod, including a new Indie Spinner Rack and Hellbilly Wreckhouse.
The wife and I had lunch around 1:00 in the afternoon, still finding a way to be in a crowded restaurant in spite of the late hour. I think the problem is that the labor shortage locally has everyone second-guessing the lunch crowds, and no one really goes at the traditional noon hour, which leaves all restaurants with weird waiting times as people trickle in whenever.
We did the grocery shopping afterwards, and I had the cashier, a little girl who was probably 19 at most card me for the six pack of Guinness we were buying. "Can I see an I.D.?" she asked cheerfully, and I swear to God I blinked at her for about 15 seconds before realizing that she was serious. For reals ya'll, I'm 33, I have a full beard and I haven't shaved for a couple of days, nor did I shower this morning, I looked like Grizzly Adams after a fucking bender and she's concerned I may not be 21? I own shirts as old as this girl. Weird.
The wife put the groceries away while I ran a load of trash out and replaced about five flood lights outside that had all died on us around the same time. The security lights weren't leaving me feeling very secure since the entire backyard was dark, and half of the front of the house, so I got all that sorted out and then dicked with the graphs until they pissed me off.
This evening the wife and I watched The Girl Next Door, not the romantic comedy from a few years back which was about porn but never got the titular girl nude, but the gruesome adaptation of Jack Ketchum's novel. I've not read the novel, though I do own it and will get to it at some point. The story is based on true events and concerns a young girl who is brutally tortured and abused by her aunt, the aunt's children and some of the other kids from the neighborhood back in the 50's. A wholly depressing film, it was effective in making you hate the aunt and her brood, but the young boy who tries (eventually) to help the girl kind of confused me. He only made a few half hearted attempts to help the girl or tell anyone what was happening, and I kind of get that children can be bullied out of fear, or coerced, but it just seemed that he could have handled things very differently quite easily and just didn't. It was a pretty grueling film, because unlike something like Hostel or Saw, you have something of an attachment to the female lead, and seeing her subjected to such abuse is hard to watch. I'd have to say that I thought the movie was well done, but I don't know that it'd have much re-watch value, as the film itself is nothing extraordinary. It serves its purpose and tells the story, but there's no particular shot or camerawork that I need to see again because it's so visually arresting or anything like that. The wife actually shed tears for the victim, she found the film very sad.
Goodnight everyone, try to keep that gun out of your mouth!
Be seeing you.
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