Not even "Terrorama" can save you from the boredom!!!
You know what's awesome? Finding stuff on your computer you forgot you wrote and re-reading it and discovering that it doesn't totally suck.
I was cleaning out my Google Docs archive and found a couple of drabble-ish fic things I wrote months ago and just sort of left them there partially unfinished, and re-reading them didn't make me want to hit the "delete" button or cringe at my own horrid prose. A nice change of pace. Of course, now I'm conflicted over whether to polish them a bit and post them or just re-file them and forget about them for six months. My insecurities about my writing know no bounds. Not the random crap I spew out on this thing most of the time, but stuff I actually sit down and think about and revise and edit. I felt that way to a certain extent about my academic writing in college.
Bah.
I watched a MST3K DVD from Netflix last night,Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies , and it was, well, not as bad as Manos, The Hands of Fate, but still amazingly boring for a zombie movie musical--the film itself, not the robot puppet commentary. For one thing, it had stereotypes galore--people with vaguely Eastern European accents are evil! Foreigners are funny! Never trust an "exotic dancer"! Speaking of exotic dancing, you could tell this was made during the Hayes Code era of film making because what they showed could barely be called "exotic" or "dancing". It was like it was trying to be x-rated Broadway but failing spectacularly on both counts. The lead dancer, if you could call her that, looked kind of mannish--a fact they harped on endlessly and to great effect in the commentary. Oh! And the evil fortune teller's mole looked like it was taking over her face and well on its way to becoming a sentient being.
But the thing that really made this more than merely "bad" was not the "dancing" or the "singing" or the "acting" but how little action there actually was in it. It was utterly boring for a good 75% of it's running time of less than 80 minutes, and the only thing worse than a movie that makes no sense is a boring movie that makes no sense and is plagued by horrid musical numbers. You don't even get to see a good zombie attack until the last 15 minutes of the movie and even then it didn't last very long, and the climax wasn't even the zombie attack but some stupid chase sequence along the beach that lasted about 5 minutes, which was five minutes too long. For all the buildup about the evil fortune teller and her grotesque sidekick turning all of these hapless men into zombies for no other reason than to kill women of questionable moral fortitude, well, you'd think they'd give you a better pay-off than they did, or at least get their zombie mythology right. Or maybe the zombies in this movie are different because they are "mixed-up". Eh, whatever.
Tonight it's The Sinister Urge! Oh, I have chills!
I was cleaning out my Google Docs archive and found a couple of drabble-ish fic things I wrote months ago and just sort of left them there partially unfinished, and re-reading them didn't make me want to hit the "delete" button or cringe at my own horrid prose. A nice change of pace. Of course, now I'm conflicted over whether to polish them a bit and post them or just re-file them and forget about them for six months. My insecurities about my writing know no bounds. Not the random crap I spew out on this thing most of the time, but stuff I actually sit down and think about and revise and edit. I felt that way to a certain extent about my academic writing in college.
Bah.
I watched a MST3K DVD from Netflix last night,Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies , and it was, well, not as bad as Manos, The Hands of Fate, but still amazingly boring for a zombie movie musical--the film itself, not the robot puppet commentary. For one thing, it had stereotypes galore--people with vaguely Eastern European accents are evil! Foreigners are funny! Never trust an "exotic dancer"! Speaking of exotic dancing, you could tell this was made during the Hayes Code era of film making because what they showed could barely be called "exotic" or "dancing". It was like it was trying to be x-rated Broadway but failing spectacularly on both counts. The lead dancer, if you could call her that, looked kind of mannish--a fact they harped on endlessly and to great effect in the commentary. Oh! And the evil fortune teller's mole looked like it was taking over her face and well on its way to becoming a sentient being.
But the thing that really made this more than merely "bad" was not the "dancing" or the "singing" or the "acting" but how little action there actually was in it. It was utterly boring for a good 75% of it's running time of less than 80 minutes, and the only thing worse than a movie that makes no sense is a boring movie that makes no sense and is plagued by horrid musical numbers. You don't even get to see a good zombie attack until the last 15 minutes of the movie and even then it didn't last very long, and the climax wasn't even the zombie attack but some stupid chase sequence along the beach that lasted about 5 minutes, which was five minutes too long. For all the buildup about the evil fortune teller and her grotesque sidekick turning all of these hapless men into zombies for no other reason than to kill women of questionable moral fortitude, well, you'd think they'd give you a better pay-off than they did, or at least get their zombie mythology right. Or maybe the zombies in this movie are different because they are "mixed-up". Eh, whatever.
Tonight it's The Sinister Urge! Oh, I have chills!