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Ok, so with a name like “Midnight Meat Train” it’s probably safe to assume there is going to be meat, though probably not the kind you would want to eat unless you are of the same sick and twisted caliber such as Ed Gein, or Jeffrey Dahmer.
Oh, and there will probably be blood on the Midnight Meat Train. Lots and lots of blood.
Before I get started on this review, I have to say “Boys, never ever wear bikini briefs, or speedos.” Of course this also means that g-strings and thongs for guys are strictly verboten. Now I understand that Jockeys, FOTL and Hanes make them, but that does not mean cool guys wear them. Nerds, dorks, “guys” struggling with their own sexuality, guys with overly inflated egos, and just plain ugly guys, wear these type of underwear. Not cool guys who want to get laid. DO NOT fall victim to your sweet side! (You know it’s in there, and so do we.) Go commando if you must - just don’t wear any of the a fore mentioned excuses for underwear.
So, now that proper underwear etiquette is out of the way, let’s move on to the movie review.
This is SOOOO not a horror movie review….
- October 4th, 2008
- COMMENTS 2
“If you had known this was going to happen, would you have done it?”
“I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than an eternity without it.”
“One.”
Martain Child
- September 27th, 2008
- COMMENTS 6
Martian Child is a romantic drama starring John Cusack (whom I love) as David Gordon, a recently widowed, successful science fiction writer who longs to do something meaningful with his life. What he decides that something is, is to adopt a child.
His sister, played by none other than his real life sister Joan Cusack (whom I also love) is opposed to the idea, being a mother herself, thinking he is taking on more of a task than he realizes. David, not even sure he himself thinks its a good idea, falters, but is eventually won over by the ever allusive Dennis.
I have been intrigued with this movie ever since my buddy over at Worth The Popcorn did a write up of it in April. He has since abandoned that blog, in effort of an alternative one, which he seems to have abandoned as well (I wonder where ol’ Jimmy boy went??) I must say I miss Worth The Popcorn, though. It was a great blog with very unique ideas.
I was pumped to see Lakeview Terrace finally released in theaters. I had started to think it was going to target a limited market since I had learned of this movie so long ago and had seen nor heard anything more of it. Needless to say I had to rush right out to see it at the first available afternoon.
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…
Who is John Hancock?
- September 14th, 2008
- COMMENTS 5
I wasn’t sure what to expect going in to Hancock. Critics slam it citing the story line was weak and failed to hold the audience captive, while reviewers rave about it’s offerings of action, drama, romance, and comedy, all rolled into one.
Admittedly, my thoughts are that if Will Smith is starring in the movie it’s going to be a slam dunk. I have yet to see a movie Will Smith is in and be disappointed. Based on that alone, I decided to see the film and draw my own conclusions….
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.
If you think Stephen King has a twisted mind, you might be interested to know that in the printed world, he’s really rather tame. While Stephen King weaves a story of disbelief and macabre, he does not shock with the grotesque.
Not like some.
I have never been a huge fan of foreign films, although when it comes to horror I am a little more open minded, as with Shaun of the Dead, which I liked almost immediately, and Dead Alive, which took a little more time to like (I had to get past the accents.) Not that I am opposed to accents, but rather the sense of humor found in foreign films is not quite on the same plane as mine, meaning either I am too dense to “get it” or it’s too Monty Python (which I can’t stand.)
