Saturday, February 22, 2014

My Voice. You Can Hearz It.

In lieu of an actual post today (sad face), I was invited to join the Geeky Bears podcast last week! 

The podcast was all about the representation of gay people in the media and I had a BLAST doing it!

Give it a listen!  It's kind of awesome.


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

You... Can Have My Place In Line.

Seriously, Adam Wingard?  Seriously?

Maybe I'm just dating myself but this new crop of directors is really hit or miss for me and I may be the only one in the room tat feels this way but I'm thoroughly fucking tired of half-ass directors putting out less than half-ass product and expecting a horror audience to just fucking show up.

Also, I kind of hate "home invasion" movies.  The best of the lot is The Strangers and that was insanely brilliant.  Everything else is just a pale comparison and that brings us to today's review.





You're Next is the tale of a pack of animals getting hunted down by the Terrible Trio from Batman.  Because nothing gets me wetter than a bunch of guys in masks hunting The Most Dangerous Game for no fucking reason leaving DNA evidence everywhere and basically itching to get caught.  It makes me want to cry, it really does.  Once again, The Strangers was awesome.  Nothing else can ever compare to it.  You're Next is a shitshow of bad acting and a lot of unnecessary screaming.

So menacing.  I'm shaking.  Really.
Oh, wait.  They DO have a reason and it's kind of stupid.

But, hey, they use crossbows and tripwires at neck height so that makes it awesome, right?  Ummm... no.

I don't care about these people.  I don't care who lives or dies.  I just want this to stop and stop quickly but it doesn't.  It just goes on and on because there's, like, 14 fucking victims and they're all fucking stupid.

QUICK, stupid sister number 1, the killers are right outside the goddamn door.  Run for help!

Hmmm... let me count the way these assholes are stupid.

They arrange a family reunion when they all obviously hate each other.

They can't CRAWL past a goddamn window?

They don't actually BARRICADE anything?

They scream entirely too often seeing as how they don't WANT to be found by the jackholes with crossbows.
The asshole who tries to remove a crossbow bolt from his own back because A) that's not really possible without breaking the fucker off in there and B) The LAST thing you want to do with a stab or puncture wound is remove the foreign object without medical assistance.  Doesn't Wingard watch E.R.?

The MULTITUDE of times they try to get to the neighbors.

One of the killers actually aims an axe at his own foot.

The actual suggestion that someone go to the cellar to check the fusebox alone followed by the instant "I'll be right back".

Fuck, Wingard, you can at LEAST try to play around with the tropes instead of playing them straight.

I hate you, Adam Wingard.  I.  Fucking.  Hate.  You.

Kick him!  Kick him right in his smug fuckin' face.
Why people think this is the best damn horror movie in ever is completely fucking beyond me.

Just die already.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Anvils: Don't Leave Home Without Them

Before we go forward with this, let me start by saying that I appreciate Ireland for doing what they're doing in horror film. 

They're trying, bless their hearts.






Suffice it to say that 2013's Dark Touch did not excite me.  I had seen a review that said "An Irish Carrie" and my 2 in the morning brain said "OKAY!" and now I'm relatively certain that there are parts of me that are dead only I don't know it yet. 

Besides my pancreas.  That bitch done gave up the ghost months ago.

Fuck you, Pancreas.

On the upside, I am now part zombie.

ANYWAY!  So, yeah.  Telekinetic teenagers.  We know them.  We love them.  We know that abuse is going to cause a big, ole psychotic snappy-snap that's going to leave many, many bodies behind.  They are human suffering and revenge writ large.

Except not in this movie.

Because in this movie, the plot hung around our young monster's neck like a fuckin' cinder block.

Jesus, can you whine MORE about playing with a damn doll?
OH MY GAWD, we GET it!  Child sexual and physical abuse is BAD, Damn.  The moral of this movie just kept hitting me over and over until finally I had to call the fuckin' cops and invest in a Hooters tank top.  I wouldn't have had a problem with that if the roaring rampage of revenge ever made it past a slightly rude whisper but, fuck me if insomnia was the only thing that kept me watching this HOPING that this kid would just start laying into people one by one slamming them into walls, leaving delightful splatters all over the place, but, no.

We get a party of girls who almost, but not quite, touch the fire that's 4 fuckin' feet away from them and even her big "fuck you", Pied-Piper moment to a town that doesn't believe her or want to help her (except for, y'know, the cops, the people that took her in and her counselor and her teacher and a whole crap-load of people that she's never met) is a throwaway.

THIS... is as menacing as she gets.
It really just seems like they wanted to exalt in the "Abuse destroys" angle and there was no bright spot.  There was no hope, no joy, no counterbalance to the dread and no rescue from the pain for Neve or from the boredom for the audience.

Skip this with a fuckin' song in your heart.