Nothing Gold Can Stay
September was a terrible month -- the constant stage of being in limbo between being obnoxiously in love/lust and within days, despair and contempt. Flinging like a Dido in the second stage of hell in Dante's Inferno - -along with my unopened packages of cock rings and purple anal plug (It's free to whoever want them). Being told I'm a muse and a manic dream pixie girl to build up my already inflated ego but only to be met with "It's not you. It's me". If only I was shallow enough to drown myself in "He's just not that into you" self-help books.
I could say that men are scums but then again, I'll be accused of misandry -- which is another thing entirely as it's just as beautiful as unicorn poop. It just doesn't exist. I don't hate men. I don't even hate the guy. I hate that he make excuses for his poor decisions and mistreatment of women with dumb quizzes like the Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale and saying "See! It's saying that I'm a dick bag and you just have to accept it!" -- The fucking Psychopathy Scale is barely legitimate and just a tad superior to COSMO quiz. There doesn't seem to be a certain thing called accountability anymore and it's ridiculous for one to even contemplate that I would go through this bullshit again -- muse or a manic dream pixie girl -- whatever. It does nothing for me in the real world except that I build up some guy's fucking ego and when he has no use for me anymore, he goes back to his tedious existence.
But I digress. October should be a better month because I'm allowed to have a body count. I will have a week off from work in which I will do absolutely nothing but watch horror movies all day.
October 1
Castle of Blood
Not a Edgar Allan Poe's story but presented like one. Kind of like 'House on a Haunted Hill' but isn't. Barbara Steele played tormented soul well much like her character in 'Black Sunday' and 'The Pit and the Pendulum'. It's campy and yet isn't. There's some boobies and yet it's tasteful. Castle of Blood is borderline on being a fucking brilliant film or a really shitty one. I'm not sure which.
October 2nd
The Deep
Although 'Jaws' was a huge big fucking deal back in the '70's, the expectation was that Peter Benchley's latest novel 'The Deep' might also have been a bit of a kick-ass on screen. I wish I could say I enjoyed seeing the presence of Eli Wallach and Robert Shaw but frankly, I'd rather watch Eli play a role in "Murder She Wrote" than to see him again in 'The Deep'. The opening scene started with Jacqueline Bisset's wet t-shirt, had some weird stereotypical Haitian shit and ended with a bomb on a sunken boat and a piece of shitty gold in Nick Nolte's hands. That's all you need to know about it. Not a horror. Not a suspense. Not an action film. It's just ....whatever. It's a shame 'cause it could've been awesome.
I could say that men are scums but then again, I'll be accused of misandry -- which is another thing entirely as it's just as beautiful as unicorn poop. It just doesn't exist. I don't hate men. I don't even hate the guy. I hate that he make excuses for his poor decisions and mistreatment of women with dumb quizzes like the Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale and saying "See! It's saying that I'm a dick bag and you just have to accept it!" -- The fucking Psychopathy Scale is barely legitimate and just a tad superior to COSMO quiz. There doesn't seem to be a certain thing called accountability anymore and it's ridiculous for one to even contemplate that I would go through this bullshit again -- muse or a manic dream pixie girl -- whatever. It does nothing for me in the real world except that I build up some guy's fucking ego and when he has no use for me anymore, he goes back to his tedious existence.
But I digress. October should be a better month because I'm allowed to have a body count. I will have a week off from work in which I will do absolutely nothing but watch horror movies all day.
October 1
Castle of Blood
Not a Edgar Allan Poe's story but presented like one. Kind of like 'House on a Haunted Hill' but isn't. Barbara Steele played tormented soul well much like her character in 'Black Sunday' and 'The Pit and the Pendulum'. It's campy and yet isn't. There's some boobies and yet it's tasteful. Castle of Blood is borderline on being a fucking brilliant film or a really shitty one. I'm not sure which.
October 2nd
The Deep
Although 'Jaws' was a huge big fucking deal back in the '70's, the expectation was that Peter Benchley's latest novel 'The Deep' might also have been a bit of a kick-ass on screen. I wish I could say I enjoyed seeing the presence of Eli Wallach and Robert Shaw but frankly, I'd rather watch Eli play a role in "Murder She Wrote" than to see him again in 'The Deep'. The opening scene started with Jacqueline Bisset's wet t-shirt, had some weird stereotypical Haitian shit and ended with a bomb on a sunken boat and a piece of shitty gold in Nick Nolte's hands. That's all you need to know about it. Not a horror. Not a suspense. Not an action film. It's just ....whatever. It's a shame 'cause it could've been awesome.