Tonight, I would like to recommend a film that you’ve probably never heard of, but that (especially if you read my blog regularly) is really worth your time. Jerome Bixby’s The Man From Earth.
I love me some Muppets. Seriously; my first date with Chip was going to see Labyrinth in the theater (the man knows how to woo a girl). I still feel sad when I think of Jim Henson’s death. I actually look forward to watching Sesame Street every day, and I loooove when Elmo shows up on the Daily Show. And one of the best shows full of Muppets is definitely Fraggle Rock.
I generally maintain an attitude of being “not into Chick Flicks.” Which really isn’t true. There are lots of movies I love that are definitely “chick flicks,” like Thelma and Louise, Romy & Michelle’s High School Reunion, Mean Girls and most anything from the early 90’s starring Meg Ryan. Also, in light of The Nostalgia Chick’s beautiful series on Meg Ryan and the definition of a Chick Flick, I don’t feel right just dismissing the genre anymore.
Okay, so I have said before that I love Hoarders. It’s addictive as hell. In part it’s because I have some hoarding tendencies myself. I love to “upcycle” and “repurpose” things (and I love that doing that has a name now!), so it can be very difficult to throw things out. Further, lets just say I’m not a natural housekeeper. The place gets trashed pretty easily. And of course ADHD plays a role; when things get too messy or chaotic, it’s very difficult for me to find a “point of entry” to getting the house back in order. And when I start feeling like that, it’s time to put on Hoarders and chuck some stuff.
Lets get this out of the way: I fucking hate Twilight.
Reviewing a documentary is really different from reviewing a film. I can’t take you through it point by point, and I can’t sum up the story. Especially the kind of documentary that explores some weird niche of society. And I am a total junkie for that kind of doc. Professional Scrabble tournament? I’m in. The personal drama of LARPers? Absolutely. World record high score for Donkey Kong? Oh, it’s ON.
In the last week, I’ve been putting a lot of time into memories of my time in the cult. Obviously, given all that’s happened lately. But while I’ve been writing, often up late because I’ve had terrible insomnia (related? I think so), I’ve become addicted to a new show. Sister Wives. I’d heard of it, but never watched it, assuming I would get the same annoyed, fairly disgusted feeling I got when I tried to watch 19 Kids And Counting.
When I was a kid, I was so skittish that commercials for horror movies would give me nightmares. The instant an ad would come on, I’d close my eyes and cover my ears, counting to one hundred to make sure I didn’t see or hear anything. As I got older, I became fascinated with them. Every time we’d rent a movie (on VHS, remember those?), I’d dart over to the horror section to read the backs of the boxes. I never even considered watching one, and yet there I would be, reading the backs of all the Nightmare on Elm Street movies (in order, because that’s how I roll).
If you ask me what my favorite movie was when I was a kid, I’ll say Star Wars. And it’s true, that was the movie that I had the most toys from. But in reality, my favorite movie was Dirty Dancing. My brother and I went through a phase (that lasted at least two summers, maybe more) where we watched that movie Every. Single. Weekend. We’d go over to my step-grandparents house, have a big Italian lunch and then watch Dirty Dancing.
I’ve mentioned I’m a movie buff, and I’ve decided to throw in some movie reviews and film discussion here. I’m not changing this to a “movie blog,” but since this is my blog and I can’t shut up about this stuff, here we are. I’m calling them Spoilerific because I will totally wreck the endings of every movie I review, so don’t bitch to me later; you’ve been warned. Today I’m going to discuss why Hostel I is a brilliant genre piece (in the genere of “torture porn”) and Hostel II is a damn near perfect sequel.