There's a theater here called "Brew and View" which has tables and pizza and beer and what-not. They show second-run movies. That would be a fun place to see it.
When I saw Scream there an audience member yelled out the ending in the first few minutes of the film.
There's a theater here called "Brew and View" which has tables and pizza and beer and what-not. They show second-run movies. That would be a fun place to see it.
I saw a preview screening of The Blair Witch Project there. It was a bad choice -- between the screen being hung slightly crooked, and the beer & greasy food, I've never been more motion sick in my life.
But I also saw a double bill of South Park and the first Austin Powers there, which was loads of fun.
Oh man.
Now I understand the need for the viral marketing.
I got motion-sick from The Blair Witch Project. And Dancer in the Dark. Stupid hand-held cameras....
I got motion-sick from The Blair Witch Project.
I boycotted that movie, out of sheer crankiness. I lived two blocks away from the local art-house theater at the time, and the line would stretch past our door, filled with obnoxious people. Blech.
Also, the fact that I get seriously motion-sick has made sure I'll never see that movie.
There's a theater here called "Brew and View" which has tables and pizza and beer and what-not. They show second-run movies. That would be a fun place to see it.
Oh, yeah.
On The Village
Got to love a movie where the villains are park rangers.
There's got to be a
Yogi Bear joke there somewhere. "I'm smarter than the average villager"?
More:
His pretence towards meaning is one of the most irritating things about the whole fandango. It wants to be The Crucible, if The Crucible were shit and about nothing at all.
Setting the general awfulness aside for a moment (something Shyamalan would have been well advised to consider), even the basic plotting and dramaturgy is hopeless. Why does William Hurt reveal the plot to Ivy? There's absolutely no need to in story terms - they could intentionally have used her to bolster their story further with a bit of well-judged menacing en route - and dramatically it just makes the bit with Adrien Brody all the more redundant. This, I appreciate, is a bit like complaining about the colour of the effluence which is flooding one's house, but it's irritating nonetheless.
Jim, thank you for the morning giggles.
Yes! Such are the makings of unintentional camp comedy gold! But I think it might be better on DVD where I can mock it out loud.
It's begging for it, don't you think, Jess?
Heee. I just ran into the other room and spoiled Hec, who said,
"Historical recreationists run amok! It's a feral Ren Faire!"
And now I so have to see it.
It's begging for it, don't you think, Jess?
Absolutely. Also, there should be a drinking game.