This prequel/spin-off of The Conjuring wasn't exactly on my must-see list for 2014 because I just don't find most creepy doll stories all that creepy. However, there are a few exceptions...
What I like here is the ambiguity for most of the story. Is he slowly going insane or is that cute, plastic doll harboring a malevolent entity?
Anyway, back to Annabelle, what sane person would want this in their home?
At least Tina looked like something a kid might want...
Take a look at the "real" Annabelle:
Still there? Hope I didn't cause any sudden heart attacks. Given the right scenario, I can see how a Raggedy Ann doll with big eyes and a sweet smile could freak some people out-- especially those with coulrophobia. I thought Annabelle's Hollywood makeover seemed too much of a cliche, but audiences obviously disagreed.
When you say possessed doll, this guy usually comes to mind:
From what I gather, Annabelle doesn't go this route, so I'm curious to see how they pulled it off...
This prequel/spin-off of The Conjuring wasn't exactly on my must-see list for 2014 because I just don't find most creepy doll stories all that creepy. However, there are a few exceptions...
What I like here is the ambiguity for most of the story. Is he slowly going insane or is that cute, plastic doll harboring a malevolent entity?
Anyway, back to Annabelle, what sane person would want this in their home?
At least Tina looked like something a kid might want...
Take a look at the "real" Annabelle:
Still there? Hope I didn't cause any sudden heart attacks. Given the right scenario, I can see how a Raggedy Ann doll with big eyes and a sweet smile could freak some people out-- especially those with coulrophobia. I thought Annabelle's Hollywood makeover seemed too much of a cliche, but audiences obviously disagreed.
When you say possessed doll, this guy usually comes to mind:
From what I gather, Annabelle doesn't go this route, so I'm curious to see how they pulled it off...
This prequel/spin-off of The Conjuring wasn't exactly on my must-see list for 2014 because I just don't find most creepy doll stories all that creepy. However, there are a few exceptions...
What I like here is the ambiguity for most of the story. Is he slowly going insane or is that cute, plastic doll harboring a malevolent entity?
Anyway, back to Annabelle, what sane person would want this in their home?
At least Tina looked like something a kid might want...
Take a look at the "real" Annabelle:
Still there? Hope I didn't cause any sudden heart attacks. Given the right scenario, I can see how a Raggedy Ann doll with big eyes and a sweet smile could freak some people out-- especially those with coulrophobia. I thought Annabelle's Hollywood makeover seemed too much of a cliche, but audiences obviously disagreed.
When you say possessed doll, this guy usually comes to mind:
From what I gather, Annabelle doesn't go this route, so I'm curious to see how they pulled it off...
This prequel/spin-off of The Conjuring wasn't exactly on my must-see list for 2014 because I just don't find most creepy doll stories all that creepy. However, there are a few exceptions...
What I like here is the ambiguity for most of the story. Is he slowly going insane or is that cute, plastic doll harboring a malevolent entity?
Anyway, back to Annabelle, what sane person would want this in their home?
At least Tina looked like something a kid might want...
Take a look at the "real" Annabelle:
Still there? Hope I didn't cause any sudden heart attacks. Given the right scenario, I can see how a Raggedy Ann doll with big eyes and a sweet smile could freak some people out-- especially those with coulrophobia. I thought Annabelle's Hollywood makeover seemed too much of a cliche, but audiences obviously disagreed.
When you say possessed doll, this guy usually comes to mind:
From what I gather, Annabelle doesn't go this route, so I'm curious to see how they pulled it off...
This prequel/spin-off of The Conjuring wasn't exactly on my must-see list for 2014 because I just don't find most creepy doll stories all that creepy. However, there are a few exceptions...
What I like here is the ambiguity for most of the story. Is he slowly going insane or is that cute, plastic doll harboring a malevolent entity?
Anyway, back to Annabelle, what sane person would want this in their home?
At least Tina looked like something a kid might want...
Take a look at the "real" Annabelle:
Still there? Hope I didn't cause any sudden heart attacks. Given the right scenario, I can see how a Raggedy Ann doll with big eyes and a sweet smile could freak some people out-- especially those with coulrophobia. I thought Annabelle's Hollywood makeover seemed too much of a cliche, but audiences obviously disagreed.
When you say possessed doll, this guy usually comes to mind:
From what I gather, Annabelle doesn't go this route, so I'm curious to see how they pulled it off...
This prequel/spin-off of The Conjuring wasn't exactly on my must-see list for 2014 because I just don't find most creepy doll stories all that creepy. However, there are a few exceptions...
What I like here is the ambiguity for most of the story. Is he slowly going insane or is that cute, plastic doll harboring a malevolent entity?
Anyway, back to Annabelle, what sane person would want this in their home?
At least Tina looked like something a kid might want...
Take a look at the "real" Annabelle:
Still there? Hope I didn't cause any sudden heart attacks. Given the right scenario, I can see how a Raggedy Ann doll with big eyes and a sweet smile could freak some people out-- especially those with coulrophobia. I thought Annabelle's Hollywood makeover seemed too much of a cliche, but audiences obviously disagreed.
When you say possessed doll, this guy usually comes to mind:
From what I gather, Annabelle doesn't go this route, so I'm curious to see how they pulled it off...
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Friends, Romans, non-Romans, lend me your hearing parts so I can blast some words from my mouthhole into your earholes! Even though given that this is a blog and not an assembly, it's more like I'm blasting words from my fingers (fingerblasting, yes, I said it) to your eyeballs but you know what I mean! But for real, lemme tell ya. I have been in a total funk for, like, too long, too many months, like more than a year. A year! And sadly, I don't mean "funk" like I have traveled back in time and now I am a member of Parliament. On the upside, I don't mean "funk" like body odor, either! (At least I don't think so, no one has dropped any hints like handing me some Secret or something, nor has anyone come right out and said "YOU STINK, TAKE A BATH." But I worry, I really do.) No, I mean "funk" like "the sads."
I'm not going to go into all the whys and whyfors of it, nor is this some bid for some "Please, DO cry for me, Argentina!" action. I'm only bringing it up because this Funk of At Least 40,000 Years has, amongst other things, meant that my work has majorly suffered across the board. And that work includes Final Girl! It's hard to create when you find that you no longer care. But I am trying to care, because I want to care, because I want to create.
So, I'm making changes to help myself along, which will in turn help the process along. One of those changes came earlier this week, when I fingerblasted (aw yeah) the Final Girl Facebook page right out of existence. Those of you who were a part of it may have known this already. I had some fun there for sure, but I've come to realize that overall, it contributed to my funk. Instead of writing something on Final Girl, like an actual review, I would simply take to Facebook and post, like, "This movie was pretty good" and that would be that. Some folks might comment. The end. What a cop out on my part! And so stuff continued to spiral into that funky ouroboros my life has been of late: I feel bad because I'm not creating, but then I'm not creating because I feel bad. It is the worst cycle, a real shit-fest penny-farthing of existence. Again, this is where fingerblasting (I'm just going to say it as much as possible apparently) Facebook comes in. I'm breaking out of that "but if it's not on Facebook no one will know" box I'd put myself in, with a "well then who fucking cares, I'm just going to do this because I want to, and if no one knows then tough shit for them." I hope it helps. I think it will.
To help kick off this "fuck off, funk" thing I'm trying, I say let's have an event. Starting Monday, let's have...
VHS Weeks are always a lot of fun. This one should be no different, and it's not going to be one of those lame-ass five day "week"s, either. We're talking seven days of hot, hot videotape action! Here's the lineup- now don't go getting so excited that you don't sleep all weekend in anticipation!
MONDAY: Shadow Dancing (1988) - I don't know that this one will be "horror" per se, but I can't wait TUESDAY: Valentine (2001) - I know I've seen this, but I don't remember a thing about it WEDNESDAY: Nude for Satan (1974) - FINALLY THURSDAY: Leviathan (1989) - I just love the fact that "underwater horror" was a thing for a while FRIDAY: Dagon (2001) - can't believe I haven't seen this one yet SATURDAY: Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) - ditto SUNDAY: Q- The Winged Serpent (1982) - FUCKING DITTO
That's a sweet-looking bunch of movies, no? YES. A little something for everyone, or at least for all the awesome people.
Okay then. I hope to see you around these parts more often! As always, thanks for reading, you're the knees.
Quit polishing your baton, ya dingus! It’s time for an all new Cinema Fromage! This week, Colleen and I prime our pom poms for the John Russo scripted slasher, “The Majorettes”! It’s…let’s just say it’s a special movie, with some unexpected twists and turns and highly unexpected turn of events! It doesn’t get much more [...]
