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I love books. Worked in a bookstore for 11 years, so needless to say, I’ve heard the name Charlaine Harris, and knew she wrote a vampire series. The problem is that I typically don’t like female authors because no matter how gritty their novels can be, there is always an element of romantic love that rings too much like a Barbara Cartland romance novel. Not that I am opposed to romance and love, just not the sappy “he looked at me as though he were looking into my very soul” crap. Plus the main characters name is “Sookie” - I mean really, could it be anymore cheesy than that? And I don’t mean good cheese, I mean gawd awful, stinky, limburger cheese…
I was hesitant to watch the first Hostel, thinking it may be too much like SAW which I had a real problem with. Too real. Too gross. Too twisted. I prefer my horror to be more unrealistic, less believable, so I can sleep at night. I can handle any possible nightmares of zombies and vampires and werewolves. I cannot handle nightmares of sociopaths wanting to sell my innards on the black market.
Or to kill me for the sheer joy of it. That would suck.
You want blood? It’s in here.
You want gore? Yeh - we got that, too.
You want non-stop zombie action? Then pop this baby into your DVD - it’s guaranteed to satisfy!
In watching the various movies that I do, I have noticed that there is an extremely large amount that have villians that are not, nor have they ever been, flesh and blood.
One example is the countless number of movies that have been made about cars and trucks taking on life and paving a long road [...]
