Jan 06, 2009 18:54
I'm watching Pumpkinhead for the first time. Don't ask me why, I just felt like I needed to see it eventually considering there have been a bunch of sequels for it, which to me suggests that the original is possibly something worth seeing. I'm just glad Classic Horror already has a review up for it, because I have no idea what I would say if I were the one writing it. None of the annoying teenagers get killed off until the movie is almost over, the acting is terrible, the dialogue is worse ("where's Steve?" "Steve's outside!" "We gotta help Steve!"), and the lighting makes me feel like I'm watching the movie with those really old 3D glasses and constantly covering one eye, so part of the movie will be bright red and parts bright blue. I don't know if this movie is just incredibly subtle and deep and I'm missing it or it really is that bad.
In other movie-related news, I managed to find a copy of the original My Bloody Valentine at CD Warehouse today, a place that makes me miss Moviestop in Orlando. I'm still trying to figure out just how I'm going to get a hold of I Spit On Your Grave for a review I have to do at Classic Horror. I can buy it online but how much do I want to own a movie that Roger Ebert calls the "worst of all time"? I might have to start a Netflix free trial just for this. Blah.
Oh man, Pumpkinhead just picked up a shotgun....and jammed it through Steve's chest. That's got to hurt. It's also not possible but whatever.
I was looking for a job today. Well, I found a website thanks to Mike that lists freelance writing positions. Problem is, there are people more qualified than me already bidding on them all, which leaves me in the dust. I tried to avoid a call from my dad today so I didn't have to tell him that I still don't have a job (because, you know, it's been a week and I should have one already). I did talk to him though and of course, our discussion was focused on me getting a job and being broke. I still haven't told him I'm getting engaged and probably won't until I actually do it.
I don't even think anyone in my family would understand if I got a freelance writing job. I think their idea of a job is something where I wake up, put on a uniform, convince myself that I don't hate my life, and work for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Yet, every time I talk to them, they want me to get a job in "my field," which I assume is either film or writing. Tell me how I'm supposed to appease both those wishes, please.