NEW BLOOD
Just when I decided there was no God, George Clooney made me rethink my stance on Divinity by announcing that he has signed on to produce, and star in, the upcoming Fantasy Island film due out next summer. Adding to the likely hood of a higher power, friend and fellow 'Ocean's' alum Matt Damon has undergone extensive body modification surgery in preparation for tackling the highly coveted role of Tattoo, Mr. Roarke's beloved yet mischievous side-kick. Dark Knight Director Christopher Nolan is set to direct what he promises to be a "much more serious take on the material." We wait with baited breath.
NEW BLOOD
Just when I decided there was no God, George Clooney made me rethink my stance on Divinity by announcing that he has signed on to produce, and star in, the upcoming Fantasy Island film due out next summer. Adding to the likely hood of a higher power, friend and fellow 'Ocean's' alum Matt Damon has undergone extensive body modification surgery in preparation for tackling the highly coveted role of Tattoo, Mr. Roarke's beloved yet mischievous side-kick. Dark Knight Director Christopher Nolan is set to direct what he promises to be a "much more serious take on the material." We wait with baited breath.
CITY OF THE DEAD
"A college student, Nan Barlow is researching the history of witchcraft. Taunted by her brother and fiance, who have voiced their concern over her silly notions, Nan arms herself with resolve and drives into the small New England village of Whitewood..."
City of the Dead (aka Horror Hotel) in my opinion is an overlooked film that should be listed along side the classic "horror" films of that time. Of course there are a couple of instances where the effects are a little jarring, but if you're a fan of films from the era, they won't shouldn't you. The sets are perfect, giving a very claustrophobic feel to the movie and the obvious soundstage exteriors add to the effect.
KILLER SCHOOLGIRLS
Just when I decided there was no God, George Clooney made me rethink my stance on Divinity by announcing that he has signed on to produce, and star in, the upcoming Fantasy Island film due out next summer. Adding to the likely hood of a higher power, friend and fellow 'Ocean's' alum Matt Damon has undergone extensive body modification surgery in preparation for tackling the highly coveted role of Tattoo, Mr. Roarke's beloved yet mischievous side-kick. Dark Knight Director Christopher Nolan is set to direct what he promises to be a "much more serious take on the material." We wait with baited breath.
THE WOLFMAN RETURNS
I just finished watching the trailer for The Wolfman due out next month. It started off looking like they may have gotten it right, and then came the CGI. I'll wait to see the finished film before I pass judgment, but what I saw wasn't very encouraging. In fact it was quite the opposite. A terrifying flash back of a few personal tragedies came rushing into my mind. You see over the course of the last several years, I've lost little pieces of my life, two hours here and there, that I'll never get back.
It all started in 1999 when, excited to see a modern take on a classic Universal monster movie, I made the very innocent mistake of watching The Mummy. After it was over, disappointed by what I had seen, I swore off modern versions of horror classics.
But time wore away my resolve and a scant five years later, unaware of it's director, (Stephen Sommers the director of The Mummy and a blight on the history of cinema) I made the irreversible decision to watch a steaming pile of dog shit called Van Helsing. I'm still not sure why I viewed the entire "film", perhaps I was so stunned that I couldn't process the thought of walking out, or any other thought for that matter. Whatever the case, that day I vowed to myself never to repeat this personal transgression.
Time is an evil bitch. You see, in spite of the two previous tragedies I've laid before you, a couple of years later, I did it again. Sitting alone in a dark theater on a gloomy December afternoon, I subjected myself to I Am Legend in it's entirety. I could have walked out. I was alone. But did I? No. I sat there watching as one of the most over-rated actors in the world was chased around by the most ludicrous CG monsters I had seen to date...to date.
"What is the moral of this story?" you ask. Well, it's pretty simple actually:
Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, fool me three times and my intelligence is in question, but get me back in the theater a fourth time for another pile of CG monster sh*t and my sanity will be in question.
Let's hope for the best.