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I am a tired bunny. Most of the time, being a night owl in the boonies presents no problems, but today, my neighbor decided to do yardwork shortly after I went to bed. I was roused from my gummy-eyed slumber by the windy bellow of a leaf blower a mere five hours after I went to bed. The man has a right to tend his yard in the morning, and it's my fault for staying up so late, but I can't deny that I entertained groggy fantasies of bludgeoning his leaf blower into eternal silence. Urgh.
I watched Halloween last night to cap off the holiday. I don't care if younguns today don't find it scary and dismiss it as cheesy and predictable; I will love it forever. It and the original NOES were my introduction to the genre--the first kiss in a long and gentle affair--and I will always adore it. What these jaded whippersnappers don't get is that the movie is predictable now because it invented the tropes, narrative sleights-of-hand, and camera tricks to which they are so numbly accustomed then. It was audacious and groundbreaking once, and without it, the horror landscape would be a very different place.
We watched Monsters University as a fluffy palate cleanser after all the blood and terror. Don! Art! Squishy! The supporting cast carried the movie this time around. While I sympathized with his motives, Mike's incessant, emo whining was stale this time around. Give me Minnesota-nice, older-student Don and hippie, fuzzy Art over the chronic whinger any day. Nitpick aside, I liked the message of finding an alternate path to your dreams if the first one doesn't work. It's a timely message for a lot of kids being herded down a narrow, predetermined path by their neurotic helicopter parents.
I watched Halloween last night to cap off the holiday. I don't care if younguns today don't find it scary and dismiss it as cheesy and predictable; I will love it forever. It and the original NOES were my introduction to the genre--the first kiss in a long and gentle affair--and I will always adore it. What these jaded whippersnappers don't get is that the movie is predictable now because it invented the tropes, narrative sleights-of-hand, and camera tricks to which they are so numbly accustomed then. It was audacious and groundbreaking once, and without it, the horror landscape would be a very different place.
We watched Monsters University as a fluffy palate cleanser after all the blood and terror. Don! Art! Squishy! The supporting cast carried the movie this time around. While I sympathized with his motives, Mike's incessant, emo whining was stale this time around. Give me Minnesota-nice, older-student Don and hippie, fuzzy Art over the chronic whinger any day. Nitpick aside, I liked the message of finding an alternate path to your dreams if the first one doesn't work. It's a timely message for a lot of kids being herded down a narrow, predetermined path by their neurotic helicopter parents.
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