Hello again! Apologies for my long absence–it’s been pretty chaotic here. Part of that, certainly, is because of the Northern California fires that hit my community pretty hard. But it’s also because I’ve been working on a novel all year, and I’ve spent the past month editing it into something that I can show people and not instantly die of shame. The novel is currently with awesome people, so in between anxiously awaiting feedback and eating leftover Halloween candy, I finally have some time to devote to the blog!
And you know what that means: more Jason Vorhees! When we last left off, Jason was battling a telekinetic and thoroughly annoying teenager. Now that’s he been resurrected (again), he’s going to Manhattan to kill other equally annoying and less telekinetic teenagers!
Well, eventually. He’ll get to Manhattan eventually.
Valentine’s Day has come and gone. You know what this means.
So-Bad-It’s . . . no, it’s really just bad horror.
Your entry for this year’s Bloody Hearts is a spectacularly terrible film called House of Nine, a movie that’s so smalltime it doesn’t even have a proper Tomato Meter on Rotten Tomatoes. Although audiences, at least, apparently blessed it with a 36% approval rating, which, while not a good score, is probably about 35% higher than it should be. I would like to know who these people are and have a serious conversation with all of them.
Considering that seems unlikely, I guess I’ll just settle for some wordy analysis and snark.
Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year. You get to dress up in fun costumes, have an excuse to eat junk food that you were going to eat anyway, and watch a bunch of scary movies. Also, it’s not a traditionally Family Gathering kind of holiday, so it comes with a lot less drama than, say, Thanskgiving or Christmas.
Also, in my house, Halloween is a time to savor truly terrible horror movies.
We will begin Splatterfest 2014 with our first film: Nine Dead.
It’s almost March, so I guess I better get to my second western of the year . . .
Honestly, I enjoyed the movie, but I don’t know that I have a whole hell of a lot to say about it.
We don’t really go for the inspirational Christmas films in the St. George household. For instance . . .
Yeah, it’s totally a Christmas movie.
Before Joel Schumacher tried his best to kill the Batman franchise, he actually directed other movies as well. For instance . . .
I like this one a lot — it has a certain nostalgia factor going for it, plus pre-24 Kiefer Sutherland. Still, there are some moments that can be gently mocked. Or not so gently, I suppose.