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Pillowfort is a sad wasteland of unrealized fannish zeal. Everyone scrambled for invite keys, set up accounts, and promptly did nothing with them. I suspect it will crash and burn within a year, if not sooner, and fandom will either trudge to yet another new and uncertain platform or return to ground once forsaken. There is much talk of moving to Twitter, but if that's the ultimate decision it makes, then I will bid fannish participation adieu, as I have no desire to plant my creative flag on such a textually stunted platform.
I tried to watch a horror flick on Hulu called Dead House last night. Do not do this. I made it twenty minutes before I turned it off and nuked it from my watchlist. Nothing but gleeful, glorified rape and gore for its own sake. I could practically feel the director and cameramen getting boners and telling themselves they were being transgressive as they slipped their hands down their pants. It was a pantingly misogynistic mess(and I say this as someone who holds horror to very low standards of decency; it's horror, and bad people are supposed to be bad and do terrible things to people who don't deserve them simply because they can.). I turned it off when the cut-rate Michael Chiklis and his darkly-exotic henchman were cackling over the prospect of raping and killing a family in front of their small child.
And the acting was abysmal, to boot. Everyone sounded either manic or constipated, and if any of these people were professional actors before they signed on for this artistic equivalent of cloacal discharge, I'll shove my wheelchair spokes up my ass and floss my innards with them. The ostensibly British parents had a son with a thick Italian accent and the complexion to match even though his parents and brother were animate paste, and the older brother sulked his way through his scenes, though in fairness to him, he might have known what a festering shitpile he was in and been ruing his decision and doing his best to sabotage production and spare us all the unintended horror the filmmakers delivered.
Maybe I'm just too old for the genre, but I miss when horror was meant to scare rather than disgust and repulse.
I tried to watch a horror flick on Hulu called Dead House last night. Do not do this. I made it twenty minutes before I turned it off and nuked it from my watchlist. Nothing but gleeful, glorified rape and gore for its own sake. I could practically feel the director and cameramen getting boners and telling themselves they were being transgressive as they slipped their hands down their pants. It was a pantingly misogynistic mess(and I say this as someone who holds horror to very low standards of decency; it's horror, and bad people are supposed to be bad and do terrible things to people who don't deserve them simply because they can.). I turned it off when the cut-rate Michael Chiklis and his darkly-exotic henchman were cackling over the prospect of raping and killing a family in front of their small child.
And the acting was abysmal, to boot. Everyone sounded either manic or constipated, and if any of these people were professional actors before they signed on for this artistic equivalent of cloacal discharge, I'll shove my wheelchair spokes up my ass and floss my innards with them. The ostensibly British parents had a son with a thick Italian accent and the complexion to match even though his parents and brother were animate paste, and the older brother sulked his way through his scenes, though in fairness to him, he might have known what a festering shitpile he was in and been ruing his decision and doing his best to sabotage production and spare us all the unintended horror the filmmakers delivered.
Maybe I'm just too old for the genre, but I miss when horror was meant to scare rather than disgust and repulse.
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