The Last House on the Left is a movie I really needed not to see any of. Ever. By the end of the opening scene, I should really have worked that out. Because, see, I can take violence and gore, but not when the point seems to be to revel in just how painful and gross you can possibly make it, y'know ( Read more... )

( school babble )

So ... that was one helluva weird movie. And really, not the thing to have watched when you're home alone and hearing weird noises. I'm guessing it's the heating or the pipes. Sort of a muted foghorn-y noise happening at sporadic intervals. I just ventured out to be sure it wasn't one of the car horns on the far side of the building. Not that ( Read more... )

It was worth going to see it in IMAX, and I'm actually kind of glad I ended up doing that on the second viewing instead of the first. I already knew what I was going to see so my annoyance level with certain things was lower.

Never thought I'd see the day I'd be getting home from the movies at 4am, though.

( Things I didn't notice the first time. )

Now that I've checked a couple of scenes in PoA and GoF.

( At least they're consistent. Kinda. Except when they're not. )

Yes, I'm glad I watched it. And yes it was worth driving up to MA to keep up tradition with the nephew. A nephew who has somehow managed to only read part of HBP, stay unspoiled for it for nearly two years, and yet is gung-ho for the Final Battle. He wanted me to just tell him what happens in HBP. "Uh, no," I told him. "Read it. You've got a ( Read more... )

For whatever reason, I decided to go do something I've not done in ages: see a movie the day it gets released. I knew next to nothing about The Day After Tomorrow, except that there was controversy about it. Oh, and that it was supposedly 1hr 29 min, which, with a 3:05 start, even allowing for 15 min of previews, should have gotten me to work on ( Read more... )