Wednesday 22 February 2012

Horror Movie Stupid #458

When the intended victim walks into a room and the killer is waiting for her/him, quiet and still, and probably in a shadowy corner. But the killer doesn't attack until the victim has looked around the room and spotted the killer, and thus the victim has time to run away - or, at least, has time to defend herself. So, the element of surprise is lost AND the killer then has to expend extra (potential killing) energy chasing the quick-footed victim - usually through a darkened building. As a result of this stupid, the victim sometimes gets away! And lives long enough to be in the sequel! Madness!

Friday 17 February 2012

The International Film Festival is Happening in My Loungeroom

The films chosen for my latest batch of 5 weekly dvds for $10 (it used to be 6 weekly dvds - economic hardship must have caused the rental store to make some drastic changes) are from all over the globe:

Korea - Princess Aurora
Iran - My Tehran For Sale
Pakistan - Son of a Lion

and, well, 2 from the US

The Runaways
Heathers ("dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count")

Had I realized, prior to leaving the rental store, how close I was to choosing 5 films from 5 different countries, I would've chosen more wisely - or, more globally. In fact, I WAS considering a Japanese film until I saw that Heathers had shifted itself from 3-day hire to weekly, and I've been waiting (and waiting) for that dark classic of seething high school society to go weekly. My life is very complex.

Friday 10 February 2012

Waiting...(with music)...

I seem to be trapped in a lengthy, and slightly excruciating, interlude. Apparently, though, 'hope springs eternal'. I'm not entirely convinced.

Thankfully, during this interim (or is this my permanent state??), I have The Butterfly Effect to quell my hoping angst - which is not to be confused with my hopping angst, a painful and treacherous affliction for which I require much therapy.

Am I holding on in vain
Am I praying for a change
All the wounds set deep within
Cold the walls you set around me
Am I holding on in vain
Am I praying for a change
That's never coming