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3:24am

I am officially the last one standing. We're (I'm) watching Suspiria right now, which is occasionally ridiculous but mostly just really really terribly dull. Damn this stupid effing movie. Entertainment Weekly called it "one of the scariest movies of all time." Lies, lies, damn dirty lies. And everyone's asleep but me. Lucky buggers.

Outside of this one movie, everything else played very well. Bloodsport was eight kinds of awesome, Raising Arizona was weird and hilarious, Casablanca was dependable as always, Holes went over best of the lot, Grey Gardens was a head trip, The Warriors was outright wicked, Cube was as good as I remembered, and Hard Candy was castratetastic.

And now, I'm just waiting. I'm praying to all the gods--the real ones, the fakes one, and two or three I made up right now--that this movie is over soon, and that Sunshine is seven hundred times better.
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Anonymous said…
And yet, during sunshine, you sawed more logs than the pioneers. :) I think our failure is a shared one. Killed by Italian horror and slow-moving science fiction with too much of areligious message.
11:03 am
Anonymous said…
Sorry, that should have said "During Sunshine", as in the movie.

Not the thing that's going to show us just how much snow fell last night.
11:05 am
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