That's right. Gal. And no, ManoDogs didn't have that little operation and become GirlOPuppies. (Aren't you SOOO glad you asked me to guest blog for you?) Hi everyone! I'm Intricategirl and I'm filling in for a little bit here and there. At least I used to be. After reading this paragraph he may rethink that particular decision. :D
Anyway, what's on my mind is a horrible situation at my house. I love horror movies, but my husband doesn't. We never go watch any horror movies, and I've never been one to go see a movie by myself. Who would help me mock the previews? Worse, he thinks he's making a concession by taking me to see Lord of the Rings or something with Julian Sands in it. Neither of those are horror! Lord of the Rings is not a girly movie, despite Orlando Bloom appearing in it (the big girl!), and Julian Sands only appears in artsy crap that is likely to be showing at the nearest college coffeehouse where students will discuss the social significance of Boxing Helena.
No. I want real, honest horror. Zombies, Paris Hilton dying a horrible death, and exposed rib cages qualify. I want a quality good enough to make it into the theaters, yet bad enough to be out of the top ten its second week. I want to watch movies based on video games I've never played.
The only way I got to see horror movies is when we had a Hollywood Video plan that allowed you to rent as many movies as you want per month. He could watch stupid 80's comedies during the week and I could cheese it up with The Fog on the weekend. That's the only way I got to see Saw 2.
And now it's the time of year for some REALLY bad horror movies, and I have to miss them all. Jigsaw is back, and I'm going to be seeing him around next March. And that's the real horror. Let's face facts: There is no way Saw 3 is going to be cool after tomorrow. It has a three day shelf life before it starts to stink. By the time I see it, The Grudge 2 will be The Disagreement 2 because they will have settled their differences.
Somebody go watch something for me. Please. Without me adding to the rental numbers, Milla Jovovich's fanbase has been cut in half!
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Boxing Helena taught me about relationships.
I can vouch for the last one. Don't ask.
I was thinking more along the lines of, "If you really love a girl, hobble her." But I like your list, too.
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