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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Hot wings and b-horror make everything better. Backrubs help, too.

Ok, so The Help (movie) was actually pretty good. I really enjoyed it, and thought everyone did a great job. Was it trite? Naw. Saccharine? Not really. Were there a couple overbaked humorous parts? You betcha. Does the score let you know what your reaction is supposed to be, in case you can't figure how you feel? Oh, yeah. Did a couple scenes stray from the book to make characters more dynamic and to inject more of a "you go, girl!" vibe? Duh.

It's still better than most of the other stuff that's come out this summer.

Now I can't wait to see Don't Be Afraid of the Dark. Even if it's not scary (and that may be one of the lamest titles I've ever heard), I know Guillermo del Toro won't let me down on lush sets and dreamy cinematography. Usually the best horror works by not showing the monster, but he flips that in a way I'm really into. He always shows the monster, and the monster doesn't disappoint. Remember this guy?

The back pain has faded, thanks to a lot of inactivity performed mostly on the couch. E-2.0 has been very helpful, providing killer backrubs, hot wings, and humor. (This pampering, after putting in over 100 hours at work over the past week/weekend thanks to a machinery malfunction and a big project. Not many people are that cool.) Last night we watched a gem on the Chiller channel, entitled Death and Cremation. It's a heartwarming tale wherein a bullied teenager gets a job at a crematorium and finds that the owner (Brad Dourif) kills people who piss him off, burns them up, and keeps their ashes. It doesn't take long for the teenager to join in. It's campy and predictable, but it's also a lot of fun. There's a sweet, soft place in my heart for Brad Dourif, and it isn't just because he's the voice of Chucky in the Child's Play franchise. Before I was aware of that, I saw him in John Huston's brilliant 1979 adaptation of Flannery O'Connor's Wise Blood. He's really, really good. For a special treat, rent the unfortunately discontinued Deadwood and watch him as Doc Cochran. The guy gets typecasted so much, it's like seeing a dog walk on his hind legs to watch him play a not-creepy character.

And who doesn't wanna see a dog walk on his hind legs? That's amazing.

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