check behind your pillow for egg casings..
i've never reviewed a movie. i like movies, but i've never been so thrilled, shocked, or appalled to bother writing about it. tonight i'm in a different mood. i just saw a movie, now i'm going to write about it.
'dreamcatcher' is never something i would've watched on my own. gory-horror-thriller movies have never done much for me but make me sick and keep me from sleeping. this one is no different in that aspect.
i'm only bothering to write about this because i'm scared of the minds of people... frightened that people enjoy watching a nice person get bitten in half by an alien who's taken over his friend's body.... why? do i look too deep into things? so deep that i find myself in better company with movies like 'super troopers,' 'high fidelity,' or 'beauty and the beast?' maybe there's not something wrong with the general populace, maybe i've got the problem. i can't enjoy watching someone getting their penis chomped off, then their ear, then a good face torching, then finally bitten in half. it hurts my feelings, and my penis.
stephen king... i'm not real sure what to say about this guy. he has nightmares that he jots down, converts into novels, and some visionary director turns it into film... then people pay for this: to be sent home late at night with a sneaking suspicion that some leech-like being has layed a nest of eggs behind their pillow, and there's some disgusting bloody fat man with a torn open asshole lying dead in their tub. i'm amazed!
it probably sounds like i'm ripping this film apart. now that i've finished watching its 2 1/2 hours of demented glory, i can almost say i enjoyed it. i can go back and watch it and know who's gonna die and blah blah blah aliens whatever.
oh, and it's got a retarded kid who reads thoughts and a man who becomes confined to the 'memory warehouse' of his mind while his body is being controlled by a malicious alien, who, for unstated reasons, has a vendetta against the human race and wants them all dead. maybe they explained that part when i went to the bathroom... to check for a dead man in the tub.
i really admire movie-goers who take films with a grain of salt and can honestly say 'ha ha, that guy just got his fingers sliced off by the razor sharp teeth of that worm!! classic!' the thing that keeps me from sharing in their joy and delight is this: somebody thought this up... in their free time... and then proceeded to spend millions of dollars converting it into a sick dream we can all enjoy!
and that's the point i'm trying to make really. i joke about killing people who piss me off from time to time, and have even had conversations about genocide and other warm, fuzzy things like that. but there are people out there, running rampant, who thrive on these ideas of evil beings slaughtering people with no clear drive or purpose. why was i left out? i could be a billionaire. bravo!
'dreamcatcher' is never something i would've watched on my own. gory-horror-thriller movies have never done much for me but make me sick and keep me from sleeping. this one is no different in that aspect.
i'm only bothering to write about this because i'm scared of the minds of people... frightened that people enjoy watching a nice person get bitten in half by an alien who's taken over his friend's body.... why? do i look too deep into things? so deep that i find myself in better company with movies like 'super troopers,' 'high fidelity,' or 'beauty and the beast?' maybe there's not something wrong with the general populace, maybe i've got the problem. i can't enjoy watching someone getting their penis chomped off, then their ear, then a good face torching, then finally bitten in half. it hurts my feelings, and my penis.
stephen king... i'm not real sure what to say about this guy. he has nightmares that he jots down, converts into novels, and some visionary director turns it into film... then people pay for this: to be sent home late at night with a sneaking suspicion that some leech-like being has layed a nest of eggs behind their pillow, and there's some disgusting bloody fat man with a torn open asshole lying dead in their tub. i'm amazed!
it probably sounds like i'm ripping this film apart. now that i've finished watching its 2 1/2 hours of demented glory, i can almost say i enjoyed it. i can go back and watch it and know who's gonna die and blah blah blah aliens whatever.
oh, and it's got a retarded kid who reads thoughts and a man who becomes confined to the 'memory warehouse' of his mind while his body is being controlled by a malicious alien, who, for unstated reasons, has a vendetta against the human race and wants them all dead. maybe they explained that part when i went to the bathroom... to check for a dead man in the tub.
i really admire movie-goers who take films with a grain of salt and can honestly say 'ha ha, that guy just got his fingers sliced off by the razor sharp teeth of that worm!! classic!' the thing that keeps me from sharing in their joy and delight is this: somebody thought this up... in their free time... and then proceeded to spend millions of dollars converting it into a sick dream we can all enjoy!
and that's the point i'm trying to make really. i joke about killing people who piss me off from time to time, and have even had conversations about genocide and other warm, fuzzy things like that. but there are people out there, running rampant, who thrive on these ideas of evil beings slaughtering people with no clear drive or purpose. why was i left out? i could be a billionaire. bravo!