That was the weekend that was
Went to see The Conjuring yesterday, mainly because iibnf had free passes for it. Also, it gave us an excuse to eat vast amounts of dim sum beforehand, which is always a good thing. Anyhow, The Conjuring was... possibly the most generic haunted house movie I've ever seen. Not badly made, mind you, in fact it was put together pretty well. But I don't think there was a single scene in it that I hadn't already seen in some other haunted house movie.
It's funny how this genre works. Every time there was a jump scare, I could tell exactly when and how it was going to happen. I would go, "okay, now there will be a face behind her in the mirror" or "she'll turn around and the ghost will be there," and it would happen exactly like that, and then I'd jump anyway.
I figured, after seeing that, that I'd have scary haunted house dreams all night. Instead I had weird dystopian science-fictiony dreams where I was being chased by a shadowy government conspiracy that wanted to destroy my scientific research, and Paul from Orphan Black was helping me escape. Which raises two questions:
1. Why would a government conspiracy care about my research? (Maybe there were climate change denialists or something? But even then they'd have bigger fish to fry...)
2. Why was I dreaming about the only boring character on Orphan Black?
Oh, and we stopped by the QVB after the movie, and I bought some Haigh's chocolate. I've been hearing about how it's supposed to be this really amazing chocolate, but the high prices put me off. So yesterday I decided, okay, I'll try it this once, and spent $9 on a hunk of plain dark chocolate. And yeah, okay, I'm sold. That is some really amazing chocolate. I will try not to eat the whole thing in one day, but it'll be a challenge.
Am now feeling sleepy for no particular reason. Excuse me while I nap...
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It's funny how this genre works. Every time there was a jump scare, I could tell exactly when and how it was going to happen. I would go, "okay, now there will be a face behind her in the mirror" or "she'll turn around and the ghost will be there," and it would happen exactly like that, and then I'd jump anyway.
I figured, after seeing that, that I'd have scary haunted house dreams all night. Instead I had weird dystopian science-fictiony dreams where I was being chased by a shadowy government conspiracy that wanted to destroy my scientific research, and Paul from Orphan Black was helping me escape. Which raises two questions:
1. Why would a government conspiracy care about my research? (Maybe there were climate change denialists or something? But even then they'd have bigger fish to fry...)
2. Why was I dreaming about the only boring character on Orphan Black?
Oh, and we stopped by the QVB after the movie, and I bought some Haigh's chocolate. I've been hearing about how it's supposed to be this really amazing chocolate, but the high prices put me off. So yesterday I decided, okay, I'll try it this once, and spent $9 on a hunk of plain dark chocolate. And yeah, okay, I'm sold. That is some really amazing chocolate. I will try not to eat the whole thing in one day, but it'll be a challenge.
Am now feeling sleepy for no particular reason. Excuse me while I nap...
This entry was originally posted at http://marinarusalka.dreamwidth.org/573367.html. You may comment there using OpenID.