If you don’t know, The Witch is a horror movie taking place in 17th century America, about 50 years before the Salem Witch Trials. I am WAY excited about it. It’s been getting not just rave reviews but also lots of ‘Yes, this movie is hella scary’ reviews.
I can’t wait!
If you don’t know, The Witch is a horror movie taking place in 17th century America, about 50 years before the Salem Witch Trials. I am WAY excited about it. It’s been getting not just rave reviews but also lots of ‘Yes, this movie is hella scary’ reviews.
I am also looking forward to it because the setting, from what I can tell, is very similar to part of the setting of my first novel, The Secret Wilderness. Group hysteria, mad superstitions, iron-fisted patriarchy, and a group of miserable people scratching a living next to a grim, misty forest – well, in my book the lead character rebels against that shit and escapes, so it’s not a total downer. But my book is more about the resilience of the spirit and learning how to survive, and it pays off for the protagonist. It does have horror, but the overall message is ‘Don’t give up because things will get better.’
Obviously I am not comparing the two, but I’m curious to see how the director makes use of the setting to tell the story. And I just love historical stuff! Either way, I’m way looking forward to seeing it. I will try to do a write up afterward!
I cleaned myself up and ventured out in search of food and entertainment. Happily, Deadpool was playing at my favorite local place, so I saw that while eating mozzarella sticks and chicken fingers.
Sometime around my birthday last year, someone wished me happy birthday. Lots of people did, but this person’s well-wish stood out, because of its ominous addendum:
“Happy 37th Birthday! Welcome to the land of the two-day hangover!”
I wish I could remember who it was; less because I want to tell them that they are right, than because I want to get the next winning lotto numbers from them; because they spoke horrible, horrible truth.
But once I replace the router (should be soon!) we’ll be back to our irregular and mostly unscheduled posts. I finally saw The Martian! And I did see Labyrinth in the theater, and it was awesome.
Last week, my wireless router popped its clogs. I still have internet, but have to attach a super-short Ethernet cable to my laptop in order to use it, so I haven’t been watching much except dvds and blu-rays.
This.
The upside is that I have gotten a lot of fiction writing done, reread Stephen King’s Insomnia (not as good as I remembered), and managed to knit a scarf for a friend. And I’ve also just… enjoyed some of that unwinding that forced sabbaticals tend to inflict.
But once I replace the router (should be soon!) we’ll be back to our irregular and mostly unscheduled posts. I finally saw The Martian! And I did see Labyrinth in the theater, and it was awesome.
I have another Hellraiser entry to put up tomorrow, and then Hell Week is over with and we’re on to the next week… whose theme I haven’t actually figured out yet but it’s not like I don’t have like 50 movies in the backlog that I could write about. I’ll have to see what I’ve watched and figure out some threads, however tenuous, to connect them.
This blog has 103 followers now! I got almost 60 visits on Monday! WOOO!!!
I have another Hellraiser entry to put up tomorrow, and then Hell Week is over with and we’re on to the next week… whose theme I haven’t actually figured out yet but it’s not like I don’t have like 50 movies in the backlog that I could write about. I’ll have to see what I’ve watched and figure out some threads, however tenuous, to connect them.
In the meantime, please enjoy this image of Ian McShane gently bagpiping the Earth to sleep, from space.
No explanation offered, because it doesn’t need one. Some beauty stands on its own.
I got a notice in my inbox that the Enzian would be playing UHF for free, and since I was broke as shit, it fit my budget perfectly! I invited a friend and we met up for the movie.
[The Enzian did not pay me to write this entry, I just love going there and have for years, and wanted to spread the word!]
Not much of a review today, mostly a ramble due to heightened mental/physical activity this week.
Wednesday happened, as it always did. The usual ‘hump day’ jokes were going to be made, the Administrative Assistant was going to send out a humorous email reminding people to get their FedEx packages organized, and the week would begin its coast toward weekend.
Not Pictured: Joie de Vivre
So when I got a notice in my inbox that the Enzian would be playing UHF for free, and since I was broke as shit, it fit my budget perfectly! I invited a friend and we met up for the movie.
In my previous entry about the Enzian, I mentioned that it does outdoor, free events from time to time. Of course you’re encouraged to buy drinks and snacks, but due to my aforementioned ‘pre-payday’ state, I was quite broke. My friend ordered shrimp and grits. She, being a connoisseur of such things, pronounced them her favorite.
A Central Florida evening, complete with mosquitoes, thunder, and bats!
UHF is the story of George Newman, a class-A shiftless dreamer type who’s lost every job he’s had. He lucks into ownership of a tv station with a grand total of about 6 viewers, and despairs before he hits on the magic formula of putting the janitor in charge of a failing children’s show. There are some ups and downs, rags to riches, and though a lot of those cliches are present they at least feel fresher than not. The random, crazyass skits and wacky characters in the film keep it interesting, and its celebration of strange people and inclusivity is very much in the vein of Revenge of the Nerds.
Upon viewing it again with a friend who’d never seen it, I recognize that much of the appeal is based on nostalgia. That said, new fans might like the film because of its bizarre humor and also as a novelty since it contains a pre-breakdown Michael Richards, in one of his most insanely hilarious roles.
It holds a special place in my heart because UHF is one of the first movies I saw in the theater without parents. A friend and I were visiting my family in South Georgia and my aunt dropped us off at the theater to see it. THAT IS HOW OLD I AM. Granted, nowadays 10 is a little young to be unattended at a theater, but it was a theater in a small town where everyone knew everyone– and we were the only people in the theater. We ran up and down the aisles yelling and generally Being Loud. I don’t know, I still love it and it’ll always be one of my faves.
