Um...
fuck? As I had previously said, I was never very much impressed by the HP-BNFs, but now, if I could be arsed to, I'd feel sickened.
It seems that this month my Gore Switch's been on. Today's review: Cabin Fever, a movie by Hostel's director, Eli Roth, about a bunch of kids who rent a cabin somewhere in a forest and contract a flesh-eating virus. Or was it a bacteria? Dunno, but IRL there's a bacteria that does it, the Necrotizing fasciitis. Since most of you don't consider the Wiki as a reliable source of information (as I do, unless it's fandom stuff), I'll give you the
Scholar Google link to the search. And, if you don't believe anything you see on the internet (sensible choice :P), get a book on Bacteriology; those are expensive but you can trust them. More than you can trust teh internets, anyway.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Besides dealing with the virus/bacteria by sensible and mature means, like ostracizing the girl who got it first, the kids have to avoid been killed by the good ol' people of Nearest Town, who, obviously, don't want to contract the disease either.
The movie in itself isn't all that bad, if you happen to like watching rivers of blood and skin peeling off from their owners, among other gory things, that is. The beginning is sorta slow. The story speeds up a little near the middle, though. Personally, I liked the ending, though I understand why it could seem somewhat ridiculous for others.
I think I'll be watching Reservoir Dogs tomorrow afternoon.