Happy Birthday, Jason Voorhees

It's official: child molestation is legal in the state of California. Thanks for finding that out for us, Michael.

In other, happier news, today is someone's birthday. Twenty-five years ago today, Paramount Pictures released a low-budget movie with a cast of unknowns, and it went on to become an indelible part of '80s pop culture. That film is none other than Friday The 13th. Happy birthday, Jason, ya big lug.

I went and caught the late showing of The Longest Yard on Thursday night, and it's great. I know I'm two weeks behind the times, but I planned on seeing it by hook or by crook. Chris Rock is hilarious, Adam Sandler is great, but many of the funniest scenes involved the supporting cast. I'd have no clue who most of them were if you told me, but I thought they were wonderful. And even though they're pro wrestlers and not actors, I really liked Kevin Nash, Steve Austin, Bob Sapp, and Bill Goldberg. Nash getting loaded full of estrogen pills is funny, I don't care what anybody says. Three and a half stars for the remake of The Longest Yard.

Meanwhile, watching wrestling with a six-sided ring on TV is one thing, but experiencing it live is another. I caught an indy wrestling show on Saturday, and they used a hexagonal ring that made them at least look very professional, as opposed to the cheap homemade ring that was used by the previous promotion that occupied the building. The new promotion also seemed very similar to Ring Of Honor in nature, with an emphasis on a more technical/high-flying product. (There weren't any ROH guys there, since it was all local guys.)

One match went at least twenty minutes and was awesome, but only ended when one of the wrestlers apparently blew out his knee after missing a corkscrew moonsault. Meanwhile, the main event was a "fan's choice" battle royal, where a new wrestler would enter every so often and at random moments, the emcee would call a timeout and have the fans choose (via the volume of their applause) who they wanted to eliminate from the match.

One of the participants entered fourth (out of ten or twelve, I think), and went at least a half-hour. He spent most of the match getting the crap kicked out of him, but he ended up making the biggest splash. He got the (relatively sparse) crowd behind him with a huge flip over the ropes onto two guys on the floor, and started hitting crazy flying moves like it was going out of style. It ended up with him and another guy as the final two, and they spent at least ten minutes hitting some of the most insane spots I'd ever seen. Said flip-over-the-ropes guy ended up winning, because anyone who can hit a standing shooting star press with a 360-degree twist deserves to win a match or two.

And that's all I have. Sutton out.