I Love Horror Movies
Caught Seed of Chucky in Danville. The whole Glen/Glenda subplot was kind of weird, as was the movie's whole vibe in general. I think it's rather poetic that John Waters was in it, because the movie feels like the kind of one he'd make. If you've seen a John Waters movie (like Hairspray or Serial Mom), you know what I mean. This is a movie that you'll probably either love or hate, but me, I was in the middle. I liked it, but I didn't love it. If they'd used the Hollywood setting to its full advantage, it would have definitely been an improvement. Instead, we get to see two killer dolls and their gender-confused offspring hanging out at Jennifer Tilly's house. Let's give Seed of Chucky three and a half stars and leave it at that. The "Chucky kills Britney Spears (or a reasonable facsimile thereof)" scene gets five stars, though.
Meanwhile, with the recent Halloweeny talk about horror movies along a particular stretch of Blog Nation highway, I figure I might as well throw my hat into the ring. I know I talk about horror movies a lot, but I'm gonna jump into this sucker headfirst and speak more openly about it.
I've been a fan of the genre for as long as I can remember. The earliest memories I have of my horror fandom are renting a stack of Friday The 13th movies at the local video store and watching them over and over, then begging my dad to take me to see Jason Goes To Hell when it opened in theatres (he said no, by the way). Even as an 11-year-old sixth grader back in 1993, I was hooked. And now, eleven years later, the love I have for horror has grown by leaps and bounds. Thirty-one percent of my DVD collection is made up of horror movies. Yeah, I love comedies, sci-fi, and action movies, and I'll watch the occasional drama. Sometimes I'll even get up the nerve to watch a chick flick once in a blue moon (I actually own one, but keep that under your hat). But nine times out of ten, I'll pick a horror movie over any other. I don't care how "classic" a movie is. Gone With The Wind? Give me Halloween. The Wizard of Oz? I'll be watching Night of the Living Dead, thanks.
For a long time, people thought I was weird for liking horror movies (and the Friday The 13th flicks in general), and I never had a reason for why I did. "They're softcore porn with violence," they told me. But after some introspection, I've come up with some good reasons to explain why I love what I love. First off, horror will always get a thumbs up from me due to its relevance in our social culture. Many horror movies take things that we don't want to see or think about, and presents them in a form that nearly smacks us in our collective faces. This can especially be seen in movies like Tales From The Hood (a sadly underrated urban spin on Tales From The Crypt) and Wes Craven's legendary exploitation movie The Last House on the Left, and the television show The Twilight Zone (Rod Serling's original, not the watered-down retreads of recent years).
I also find horror movies to be therapeutic. Horror films in general make us acknowledge one emotion that we try to repress: fear. Watching horror movies allows us to spend ninety minutes on the edge of our seats, making us jump and scream with every scare. And when they're over, we can walk away with smiles on our faces because we faced fear and made it through okay. Like I said earlier, people used to give me lots of crap for liking the Friday The 13th movies. They had no clue why a person would enjoy "mindless garbage" like that. But see, that's where the therapy comes in. I've got a really nasty temper, and watching the Friday movies help me out. If I'm upset, I can just watch Jason causing all kinds of carnage onscreen and imagine his victims are the things that are troubling me. I know it sounds a little crazy, but hey, anything that keeps my temper in check can't be so bad, can it?
Okay, enough horror for now. I feel like going on a wrestling tangent for a little while. There's more to me than just horror, you know. I'm more complex than that. Don't laugh like that, it's true.
WWE's been firing a boatload of employees lately, somewhere between 10 and 15 wrestlers (depending on who you get your information from). Some of the firings just don't make any sense to me. WWE's women's division is extremely small, and firing three of their Divas is just insane, especially considering that they just spent $250,000 on Christy Hemme. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but I doubt she knows a wristlock from a wristwatch. Then again, Trish Stratus got into wrestling as a fitness model that had never wrestled a day in her life, and look at her now. If she were a man, she'd be a world champion.
Survivor Series is this weekend as well. I heard a rumor that HHH was pushing to have the Raw elimination match be made a War Games match, because he grew up watching the NWA and loved the gimmick. Vince ended up shooting down the idea, which is a shame because I'd love to see a WWE War Games match. This is one time I'd have no problem with HHH getting his way. I've said before that I'm a fan of the War Games gimmick, and there are numerous ways for WWE to do one. They could always build a traditional War Games cage, they could stick all the guys in the Hell In A Cell cage, they could do a three-on-three War Games match in the Elimination Chamber, and there's probably plenty of other ideas they could use. They could even break out the Ready To Rumble three-tiered cage and call THAT a War Games match. WCW did once, and it wasn't that bad. The Ready To Rumble cage has only been used twice (well, three times if you count the movie), and I wouldn't mind seeing another one. But who am I kidding? The only way WWE would ever run a match like that is if they showed Ready To Rumble instead of Raw or Smackdown.
I'm begging someone in WWE to steal the "Canadian Destroyer." For those of you who haven't seen TNA, the Canadian Destroyer is the finishing move of TNA's X-Division champion, Petey Williams, and it's one of the most insane moves I've ever seen. Too bad WWE has discouraged the use of piledrivers (with the exception of the occasional Undertaker tombstone), because if somebody did that in a WWE match, the audience would go absolutely nuts.
That's all I've got for now. At this late hour, sleep good. Sutton out.
Meanwhile, with the recent Halloweeny talk about horror movies along a particular stretch of Blog Nation highway, I figure I might as well throw my hat into the ring. I know I talk about horror movies a lot, but I'm gonna jump into this sucker headfirst and speak more openly about it.
I've been a fan of the genre for as long as I can remember. The earliest memories I have of my horror fandom are renting a stack of Friday The 13th movies at the local video store and watching them over and over, then begging my dad to take me to see Jason Goes To Hell when it opened in theatres (he said no, by the way). Even as an 11-year-old sixth grader back in 1993, I was hooked. And now, eleven years later, the love I have for horror has grown by leaps and bounds. Thirty-one percent of my DVD collection is made up of horror movies. Yeah, I love comedies, sci-fi, and action movies, and I'll watch the occasional drama. Sometimes I'll even get up the nerve to watch a chick flick once in a blue moon (I actually own one, but keep that under your hat). But nine times out of ten, I'll pick a horror movie over any other. I don't care how "classic" a movie is. Gone With The Wind? Give me Halloween. The Wizard of Oz? I'll be watching Night of the Living Dead, thanks.
For a long time, people thought I was weird for liking horror movies (and the Friday The 13th flicks in general), and I never had a reason for why I did. "They're softcore porn with violence," they told me. But after some introspection, I've come up with some good reasons to explain why I love what I love. First off, horror will always get a thumbs up from me due to its relevance in our social culture. Many horror movies take things that we don't want to see or think about, and presents them in a form that nearly smacks us in our collective faces. This can especially be seen in movies like Tales From The Hood (a sadly underrated urban spin on Tales From The Crypt) and Wes Craven's legendary exploitation movie The Last House on the Left, and the television show The Twilight Zone (Rod Serling's original, not the watered-down retreads of recent years).
I also find horror movies to be therapeutic. Horror films in general make us acknowledge one emotion that we try to repress: fear. Watching horror movies allows us to spend ninety minutes on the edge of our seats, making us jump and scream with every scare. And when they're over, we can walk away with smiles on our faces because we faced fear and made it through okay. Like I said earlier, people used to give me lots of crap for liking the Friday The 13th movies. They had no clue why a person would enjoy "mindless garbage" like that. But see, that's where the therapy comes in. I've got a really nasty temper, and watching the Friday movies help me out. If I'm upset, I can just watch Jason causing all kinds of carnage onscreen and imagine his victims are the things that are troubling me. I know it sounds a little crazy, but hey, anything that keeps my temper in check can't be so bad, can it?
Okay, enough horror for now. I feel like going on a wrestling tangent for a little while. There's more to me than just horror, you know. I'm more complex than that. Don't laugh like that, it's true.
WWE's been firing a boatload of employees lately, somewhere between 10 and 15 wrestlers (depending on who you get your information from). Some of the firings just don't make any sense to me. WWE's women's division is extremely small, and firing three of their Divas is just insane, especially considering that they just spent $250,000 on Christy Hemme. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but I doubt she knows a wristlock from a wristwatch. Then again, Trish Stratus got into wrestling as a fitness model that had never wrestled a day in her life, and look at her now. If she were a man, she'd be a world champion.
Survivor Series is this weekend as well. I heard a rumor that HHH was pushing to have the Raw elimination match be made a War Games match, because he grew up watching the NWA and loved the gimmick. Vince ended up shooting down the idea, which is a shame because I'd love to see a WWE War Games match. This is one time I'd have no problem with HHH getting his way. I've said before that I'm a fan of the War Games gimmick, and there are numerous ways for WWE to do one. They could always build a traditional War Games cage, they could stick all the guys in the Hell In A Cell cage, they could do a three-on-three War Games match in the Elimination Chamber, and there's probably plenty of other ideas they could use. They could even break out the Ready To Rumble three-tiered cage and call THAT a War Games match. WCW did once, and it wasn't that bad. The Ready To Rumble cage has only been used twice (well, three times if you count the movie), and I wouldn't mind seeing another one. But who am I kidding? The only way WWE would ever run a match like that is if they showed Ready To Rumble instead of Raw or Smackdown.
I'm begging someone in WWE to steal the "Canadian Destroyer." For those of you who haven't seen TNA, the Canadian Destroyer is the finishing move of TNA's X-Division champion, Petey Williams, and it's one of the most insane moves I've ever seen. Too bad WWE has discouraged the use of piledrivers (with the exception of the occasional Undertaker tombstone), because if somebody did that in a WWE match, the audience would go absolutely nuts.
That's all I've got for now. At this late hour, sleep good. Sutton out.
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