My Inadvertent Horror Trend Of Late...
I got up, checked e-mail and dicked with Twitter a bit more, that may've been a mistake to start playing with, but whatever, I can always shitcan it if I end up spending too much time with it. The way I figure it, since it is a public thing (I haven't set anything to where only friends can see it) maybe frequent blurbs mentioning the blog address will drum up some more disinterested people to wander by here.
I dressed and went by Starbuck's for a coffee to kill some time on the way to pick up Robbb at the allotted time, then headed to his place. He was happy to head to lunch earlier than we'd planned, so we met his boss J at a burger joint located on the way out of town, where we ordered and then waited about 35 minutes for three hamburgers and fries to be served to us. I don't know if the kitchen crew is just inept, or if they have a single George Foreman Grill back there cranking out 2 patties at a time that takes them so fucking long, but we were on our last leg by the time the damned food came out. J headed back to work and I ran Robbb out to the airport and sent him on his way.
Heading home, I called Macguffin since I hadn't spoken to him in forever, bullshitting with him on the way back into town.
I'd been home only a short while when the wife came home for the day, which was nice. She and I watched one of the flicks I have to review for the Pop Syndicate folks, the new Woody Allen film called Cassandra's Dream. It was a pretty decent little flick, though I found the ending a tad rushed, still a solid little crime drama, worth a look.
I wrote a quick review to submit to them later tonight while the wife took a short hour long nap, the early morning catching up to her.
We went over to the Grandmother's house at 6:00, to meet the Mother In Law there for dinner and possibly a movie if they felt like it. The MIL had brought the Helen Mirren version of Elizabeth I over and after dinner I opened it and started to remove the disc. Mind you, this is something I've done thousands of times, removing DVD's from their packages, hell probably thousands of time THIS YEAR alone, and the disc promptly snapped in half rather than come free of the little plastic center peg. I was stunned, I've had a disc bent almost in half before, but nothing has ever come close to actually breaking. She was cool about it, said she'd exchange it and fib about it being packaged that way, but without a receipt I don't know if that's possible, since she bought this at least a month ago. I felt awful about it, and I see me just replacing the DVD the next time I'm in Best Buy.
The movie a no-go, we kinda called it an early night and headed home. The wife and I watched a TiVo'd episode of The Soup from last night, then popped in a flick from those rental throttling pricks at Netfux. The Beast Of Bray Road was a weirdly campy little flick that was obviously produced on a limited budget. I know the company name (The Asylum) at least in passing, but couldn't remember in what connotation. Having just now done some Googling and dug up that DVD cover, I'm relatively certain that I added this to the Netfux queue whilst searching a specific term like 'werewolf', because there's no way in hell that this cover would've ever sold me on the idea, it just looks too silly. The movie was pretty corny, but it actually made the wife and I laugh in the right spots, and there's plenty of goofy moments to heckle as well. It seemed like every guy in this film was fairly buff, and most of the women looked like strippers, and not those top shelf Vegas strippers with the freaky implants, but the kinda grungy ones that are still a little hot, but kinda skanky as well. You know the kind I mean.
But I digress.
The film was corny fun, I'm actually going to try and write a review for the BSL later in the weekend, but it also got me thinking. Between the short films I watched as a double feature last night (which were from a company called Low Budget Pictures) for review on the other site, and things like Teeth and Blood Car, which we watched over the past few weeks, I've noticed an odd trend coming to the surface. I've been watching a lot of horror with a comedic slant recently by no real design, that's just how it's happened to come along. I wouldn't actually mind owning both Teeth and Blood Car, just because I watched them almost back to back and wouldn't mind giving them another look at some point.
Blood Car in particular gets big points for all of the unexpected moments, especially the chick's line about screwing in a car, something about "...being up above everyone else, tackling dick like a princess.." That line just killed the wife and I, it was so out of the blue and weird. Hell, even stuff like The Cottage is riddled with humor, so I'm really not sure how long this has been going on.
I feel like I may need to check out something a bit more straightforward and disgusting, if not just downright scary simply to cleanse the palate a bit after all the tongue in cheek stuff we've been through recently.
I'm out kids.
Be seeing you.
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