Let's go from cannibals to walking skeletons
The Hills Have Eyes was worth the hassle of broken discs and the wait. Is there any movie that was made in the 70s that has actual good acting in it? Thankfully this was bad acting of the funny variety. The music was amusing, there was a dog who was the best actor in the movie (he rocks), there were cannibals that thought they were in a caveman movie, a guy who reminded me of Luke Skywalker wearing short-shorts, fake blood, crazy old gas station guy, hills that have eyes (not really), a rabbit that pops up in two scenes, and other highly entertaining things. I wish MST3K was still around because this movie screamed for them to mock it. I did my best between laughs, but it’s not as fun to mock it when you’re watching it alone. Alas. I need friends who like scary movies. If I ever see this in the cheap bin, it will be mine. The upcoming remake can’t top the original with its comedy, I guarantee it.
My brother Mike, his wife Jenn and their new baby Natalie stayed over last night. They went out shopping this afternoon, leaving the baby here. Cute chubby cheeked baby, but she cried loudly most of the time they were gone. I retreated to my room to watch the cannibals with my headphones on.
The dinner conversation consisted of Jenn and my mom talking about bottles that are made to simulate the mother’s breast. That’s great. Just what I want to talk about when I’m eating. Why doesn’t anyone ever like it when I talk about the latest horror movie I’ve watched, but they can discuss the texture of baby bottles that are masquerading as female breasts?
I also watched The Machinist last night. It was one of those psychological thrillers and I guess it was good, but I was more focused on Mr. Bale and his complete lack of body fat. The script described Trevor Reznik as a "walking skeleton." That's what they got. Christian Bale said that he just stopped eating. Good gravy. No amount of money would make me completely stop eating so I could end up with my spine sticking through my skin, looking like the Rocky Mountains.
I really want a burger, fries and a milkshake now.
My brother Mike, his wife Jenn and their new baby Natalie stayed over last night. They went out shopping this afternoon, leaving the baby here. Cute chubby cheeked baby, but she cried loudly most of the time they were gone. I retreated to my room to watch the cannibals with my headphones on.
The dinner conversation consisted of Jenn and my mom talking about bottles that are made to simulate the mother’s breast. That’s great. Just what I want to talk about when I’m eating. Why doesn’t anyone ever like it when I talk about the latest horror movie I’ve watched, but they can discuss the texture of baby bottles that are masquerading as female breasts?
I also watched The Machinist last night. It was one of those psychological thrillers and I guess it was good, but I was more focused on Mr. Bale and his complete lack of body fat. The script described Trevor Reznik as a "walking skeleton." That's what they got. Christian Bale said that he just stopped eating. Good gravy. No amount of money would make me completely stop eating so I could end up with my spine sticking through my skin, looking like the Rocky Mountains.
I really want a burger, fries and a milkshake now.