When I was in 11th grade, I was in a class, either World History or Sociology - I don't remember which, that required me to turn in Current Events, which amounted to finding a newspaper article and writing a page on it, including who, what, when, where, why - that kind of busy work bullshit. I bought a copy of the Weekly World News and did a report on an article that said that the Vampires of the world are dying of AIDS. Seriously.
From TROMA, of course.
Sgt. Kabukiman fights crime with a supersonic fan, chopsticks of death, killer sushi and of course, a big fucking sword. The streets of New York are safer with Sgt. Kabukiman on the job...though a hell of a lot stranger...TROMA brings us a new superhero, even stranger than the Toxic Avenger.
Another Alien remake.
Not that it's such a bad thing. It's pretty hard to avoid Alien comparisons, no matter what the Aliens look like, what the situation is, who the cast is. Pitch Black is one of the few films that I have seen lately that holds up to the Alien comparisons, even beyond them.
One of most romantic films ever.
It was on The Independent Film Channel the other night, and whenever it's on TV, I just can't resist watching it, even though I have it on tape. Like most films by David Lynch, Wild at Heart affects me so emotionally, that I almost cry. Cry like most women cry at the end of Beaches...which is not me at all.
I cannot remember the last time I was so disappointed in a film.
A shot by shot remake of Psycho - what's the fucking point?
This was a pointless waste of celluloid. If you're gonna remake any film, much less a classic - you should have something to add. The only thing that was added were Anne Heche's miniscule breasts and Vince Vaughn jacking off. Neither were necessary and only one was fun to look at.
It was on again last night. How could I not watch Renée Zellweger's finest film?
Truthfully, I view this as her finest film. Normally, I can't stand the squinty eyed little rat, but she's not so bad when she's being chased around by a chainsaw.
Vile. This is the vilest film I have ever seen.
I was expecting the Mighty Ducks in Alaska.
But it wasn't, thank god. I remember having to sit through The Mighty Ducks in my 11th grade Sociology class. Don't ask me why we watched it, probably the same reason we watched The Fall of the House of Usher - our teacher was a coach - or maybe it was after finals, I don't recall...anyway, I enjoyed Mystery, Alaska whereas The Mighty Ducks was....but I digress.