Fright Night (2011)


When “they” (whoever “they” are) announced the remake of the 1985 film Fright Night, I was a little leery. You see, overall, I have not been a fan of remakes. Sure, there are a few cases where it’s successfully done, but nine times out of ten, you wind up with your Godzilla‘s (1998), your Nutty Professor‘s (1996), and your Wicker Man‘s (2006 –should that be Wicker Men?). And don’t even get me started on TV series that are “rebooted” for the big screen (I’m talking to you, Dukes of Hazzard). I guess it’s just hard for me to get excited about a remake.

 

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Blood and Chocolate (2007)


In part to balance out the positive review I wrote yesterday, I decided to write about Blood and Chocolate today. “Where did this film come from?” you may ask. It certainly wasn’t mentioned on my list of films that I watched over the holidays. Well, the answer to that is quite simple. I didn’t include it in my previous posts because I couldn’t watch the film in its entirety. Yes, I was beaten by a crappy werewolf movie. And I call myself a geek.

 

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Tucker & Dale vs. Evil (2010)


As I have mentioned earlier this week, I watched a crapload of movies over the holidays. Now, that is all well and good, but once the last of the Christmas cookies have been eaten and the decorations are down, all I am left with is a bunch of reviews to write. So I toyed with which review to write first: should I do them in the order I saw them? Or perhaps from worst to best? Heck, is it best to just be fair and write about them alphabetically? Yeah, I probably spent too much time dwelling on what to post on instead of sitting down to put words to paper. I finally opted to write about the film that caught my attention the most. This brings me to Tucker & Dale vs. Evil.

 

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Stephen King’s It (1990)


A long, long time ago in a land far, far away (well, OK, in early 1990s Iowa) I read It by Stephen King. Now that book scared the crap out of me. Let’s just say I had an odd phobia of plumbing after I read the book. Yeah, I know, most people walk away from King’s classic horror story being terrified of clowns, but I am not most people. Heck, even to this day, a little tingle of fear tickles the back of my neck when I step in to the shower and the drain gapes ominously at me.

 

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Teen Wolf, season 1 (2011)


Before I start today’s review, I think a few clarifications are in order. First, I am not a screaming 15-year-old girl. I didn’t pick up the latest Tiger Beat, there are no posters of heart throbs hanging on my wall, and I am plumb out of Dr. Pepper lip gloss. Second, I haven’t watched MTV since Real World: Seattle aired. Heck, I know next to nothing about what is on that network anymore. And last, and perhaps most important, I am not, nor will I ever be a Twihard. So how was it that I ended up watching the entire first season of MTV’s Teen Wolf?

 

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So, you want to watch a werewolf movie…..


Hypothetically speaking, let’s say that you just watched a werewolf movie and were disappointed. However, you still have the desire to watch people turn into animals and then do crazy shit. Sound like you? If so, perhaps check out one of these shows for a lycanthropic good time. Woop woop.

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Day 110: The Wolfman (2010): Or, What the Heck? I Trusted You, Benicio Del Toro!


I have a thing for horror movies. Not mindlessly gory films, mind you; but just good, scary movies. I am especially fond of the “classic” scary films—those that involve ghosts, vampires, and werewolves. Now, my husband will say that a good zombie flick is the best type of creepy movie out there; but as for me, the werewolf films scared me the most.

 

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Day 108: Sharktopus


Oh, Sharktopus. Sweet Sharktopus. What can I say about you that hasn’t already been said? I mean, your tagline seems pretty self-explanatory: Half shark. Half octopus. All killer. How do you top that? For once, I am at a loss for words (my husband will be thrilled).

 

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Day 93: Let Me In (2010)


It’s been a while since I was excited to receive a DVD in the mail. Perhaps it has been out of laziness or just sheer convenience, but lately I seem to gravitate to my watch instantly queue. With fondness, I remember the days of yesteryear (OK, two months ago)—when I would rip into that red envelope with the fervor of a child opening a birthday present. However, the last few DVDs sat on top of the bookshelf for close to a month before I made the effort to watch and return them. Sure, I could blame the holidays, but honestly, I am going to blame Jonah Hex. I must have subconsciously known it would be the stuff that boring, plotless nightmares are made of. I guess I should have listened to my intuition and sent that bad boy packing when it shot in through the mail slot (not a euphemism). I know, I need to move on from my Jonah Hex experience.

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Day 77: The Walking Dead, season 1 (2010), or: How I Learned to Reanimate the Dead and Start Eating Brains


A few nights ago I was plagued by horrible nightmares (is it redundant to use “night” and “nightmares” in the same sentence? Oh well, I ‘m doing it anyway). In fact, the scary residual feelings still seem to cling to the insides of my eyeballs like shadows. I almost wonder if I could get Wendy to sever the troublesome shadowy apparitions from me—hey, she was able to sew a shadow onto Peter, so what’s so crazy about her removing one from me? Anyway, in this wretched dream, I was barricaded in a room with my three cats (I know, that is scary enough, right?). We had been there awhile. Although I didn’t see them upon entering the dreamworld, I knew I was surrounded by zombies. I fricking hate zombies. And these animated corpses were smart. Somehow, my three-legged cat, Chuck, escaped the room; so the zombies were holding her hostage until I surrendered. Trust me, it was pretty scary. Fricking zombies.

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