Day 3 of Pre'Ween, kiddos! And today is a good day.
It is a good day because Horns is available on-demand!
Thank you modern internet age!
Considering that this is from Joe Hill, son of Stephen King, author of Heart-Shaped Box and writer for the AMAZING comic series Locke and Key (which should have been fucking green-lit for TV because that would have been some amazing shit, yo), you should expect quality and you get it. In spades. Pitchforkfuls, really.
So, here's the story. A grief-stricken young man (Daniel Radcliffe and OH how Harry Potter has grown... I don't normally like 'em thin but I'll make an exception 'cause I'm bi-size-ual) who has been accused of the murder of the love of his life is just trying to get through the trial. He's being hounded by the press, misunderstood by his friends and family and drowning himself in drink. Only his lawyer seems to have any faith in him.
And then this happens:
|He calls this Blue Steel.|
|Heather Graham as a lying hose-beast. BRILLIANT!|
He decides, like any sane person would, to use his new powers for good and find his girl's killer.
|That, right there, is some ominous shit.|
|Plus, there were pretty, pretty snakes. A lot of them.|
I'm not big on religious stuff as a rule but Horns, even with the blatant imagery (Really? Eve's Diner? The logo being an apple?), it wasn't ham-handed with it. None of the characters, barring the priest, were overtly religious and even the scenes in the church were light and poignant to the story of the budding relationship rather than being religious in and of themselves.
|Some of this movie is a laugh riot.|
Truly, if I get the chance to see this in theaters when it comes out on the 29th, I will GLADLY do so but having it come out on-demand first was a glorious treat. A treat that I can freely engage in without aggravating my pancreas. I love treats.
HIGHLY fucking recommended. This is a work of art.