As we were sitting in the dark, waiting for the previews to begin, I was put in the position of rationalizing why I felt it was necessary to go see Seed of Chucky on opening weekend. I tried to explain what a big deal it was - that it was like Lord of the Rings. My husband said that was the "most asinine thing I have ever heard you say." (Not as big an insult as you would think - he says that to me all the time. What can I say?
Let me get my gripes out of the way first...
The title sucks. What was wrong with "The Amazing Spider-Man"? Or how about "Spider-Man Returns" or "Spider-Man Forever," ala Batman. Even "Spider-Man II" would have been better than "Spider-Man 2." There's just something so trashy and Police Academy-esque about arabic numerals in film titles. Don't even get me started on bullshit like Cradle 2 the Grave.
Apparently, The Creeper was unimpressed with the interview I did for the last movie - I was unable to schedule him for another one...
Upon the video store owner's recommendation, we picked up Jeepers Creepers 2 last weekend. He said it was "better than the first one." That not only suggested that he had seen it, but that he had seen the first one as well. So we decided to get it, especially since the owner's other recommendation was Secondhand Lions. Blegh.
Killing off Salma Hayek took some balls. What? It's not like I spoiled anything by saying that!
The Leprechaun is back, and boy - is he stoned!
In the sixth installment of the Leprechaun series, Warwick Davis returns as our favorite nasty leprechaun after something a bit more valuable than his Lucky Charms. This time, his gold has fallen into the hands of Emily and Lisa, two poor hoodrats struggling to make ends meet. They share it with their stoner friend Jaime and Emily's ex-boyfriend-turned-drug-dealer, Rory. Of course, they spend the gold on bling-bling, cadillacs and a big houseparty. Only there's an uninvited guest at the party...
I can't believe that it's finally over.
Long. So long. Three hours and 21 minutes long. That's 201 minutes. L-O-N-G. I wonder how long the extended edition will be? Even so, I did manage to make it all the way through without having to take a potty break, as did my mother-in-law, which impressed me mightily. The only downside was that we didn't get to the theater in time to get a decent seat and ended up in the second row, craning our necks to see the movie. That was two days ago and my neck still isn't right.
Every day, I get more and more evidence the American public is on CRACK.
I've been waiting a long time for this one...not as long as Freddy Vs. Jason, but at least a year or so.
Wow. Jeffrey Combs is back and this time he's pissed. Is it me or has he not aged since the last one? Actually, I take that back, not only has he not aged, has he gotten younger? He looks about the same as in the last movie, but he looks so, so much younger than he did in The Frighteners, over seven years ago. Hmmmm...
Crispin Glover. Crispin. Fucking. Glover.
Okay, I guess you can tell why I stayed up until 4:35 in the morning last Friday night, watching this crap. I had to see how Crispin Glover died. Unfortunately, he was one of the last to go, so I figured I might as well tough out the last fifteen minutes and watch it till the end. He got corkscrewed, in case you're interested.
Where was all the blood? There was more blood in the credit sequence than in the whole rest of the movie! I've been waiting for this movie for almost a decade and that's all the blood I get?
Regardless, it was a decent flick. It was about what I had expected. Freddy was his usual witty self and Jason was his usual mute psychotic self. I expected Freddy to bit a bit funnier. Ronny Yu was responsible for Bride of Chucky, possibly one of the funniest slasher flicks ever made! There was definitely more humor to be had in this situation.