I went to the movies on Sunday. The event: the Horrorfest, which Chattanooga was one of the 35 cities in the country hosting. The deal was: 8 horror movies released only during the weekend of Friday 17th- Sunday 19th. You could get a pass for the 8 movies, or just go see the ones you wanted. Since I was in Nashville Friday and Saturday, I only had Sunday to go to The Rave. And not all 8 movies were showing every day. Instead, they had 2, 3 and 3, or something similar to that. Anyway, I went to see Wicked Little Things, with my expectations low and my skepticism high, but lo and behold, I found the movie tremendously entertaining (and the main character tremendously hot, by the way). And it's surprising that I actually liked the movie, especially when you take into account that it pretty much includes every single horror-movie cliché you could possibly think of. (Except, mercifully, for the Indian cemetery --this time it's a mine.) The hot girl, the creepy kids, the haunted place, the hick that's in the know (he even limps!), the evil land developer, the fake plastic spider, the horny teenagers making out in the car before meeting their untimely death, the scary dolls, the car that's stuck, the heroine walking around at night with only a long t-shirt and even longer legs, the guy that fidgets with the car keys before starting the engine, the old pictures and press clippings, the family new in town... Everything you could possibly conceive of is in the movie. But I guess it's because of its decidedly B-series flavor that the movie embraces and revels in that the film is good. Instead of being pretentious and allegedly innovative, it's just an honest scary movie that doesn't overstay its welcome (clocking in at 1:35 minutes it'd be kinda hard to do so). So I don't know about the other seven movies, but this one is worth seeing, enjoying, and, on a couple of occassions, laughing at. Enjoy!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Children of the Rock
I went to the movies on Sunday. The event: the Horrorfest, which Chattanooga was one of the 35 cities in the country hosting. The deal was: 8 horror movies released only during the weekend of Friday 17th- Sunday 19th. You could get a pass for the 8 movies, or just go see the ones you wanted. Since I was in Nashville Friday and Saturday, I only had Sunday to go to The Rave. And not all 8 movies were showing every day. Instead, they had 2, 3 and 3, or something similar to that. Anyway, I went to see Wicked Little Things, with my expectations low and my skepticism high, but lo and behold, I found the movie tremendously entertaining (and the main character tremendously hot, by the way). And it's surprising that I actually liked the movie, especially when you take into account that it pretty much includes every single horror-movie cliché you could possibly think of. (Except, mercifully, for the Indian cemetery --this time it's a mine.) The hot girl, the creepy kids, the haunted place, the hick that's in the know (he even limps!), the evil land developer, the fake plastic spider, the horny teenagers making out in the car before meeting their untimely death, the scary dolls, the car that's stuck, the heroine walking around at night with only a long t-shirt and even longer legs, the guy that fidgets with the car keys before starting the engine, the old pictures and press clippings, the family new in town... Everything you could possibly conceive of is in the movie. But I guess it's because of its decidedly B-series flavor that the movie embraces and revels in that the film is good. Instead of being pretentious and allegedly innovative, it's just an honest scary movie that doesn't overstay its welcome (clocking in at 1:35 minutes it'd be kinda hard to do so). So I don't know about the other seven movies, but this one is worth seeing, enjoying, and, on a couple of occassions, laughing at. Enjoy!
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