I hope the holiday season is treating you well.
I picked up this horror movie at Best Buy today, with the $15 giftcard I had. I searched high and low for something halfway decent. I was uncertain at first but then remembered that I’d heard great things about this early ’80s slasher. Word has it that it’s got great atmosphere and lensing and is a truly great horror film. Fangoria and The Horror Channel both gave it rave reviews. I also want to pick up the 1982 Jack Palance/Donald Pleasance/Martin Landau horror film Alone In The Dark, directed by Jack Sholder, who made the very excellent The Hidden in 1987. Morningwood’s debut album is released in a week or so, as is Jenny Lewis’s solo CD Rabbit Fur Coat. Thankfully, I get paid this Friday. Hopefully, the holiday pay will help my pocket money.
For Christmas I received a very nice long-sleeved white shirt from my sister (from Old Navy) plus an awesome brown jacket, Candies cologne, boxers, and sparklers (it’s an inside joke; I’ll explain it some time). Her friend Toni got me a tin full of homemade goodies (chocolate-covered peanut butter crackers, cookies, etc.) plus a Christmas card that had a book of Carmike Cinemas gift certificates inside – worth $25. My father dropped off a Christmas card when I was at work the other day. A $50 bill was inside; after having to spend it on food while I worked and then I treated my mother and myself to a very tasty appetizer at Chili’s, it was soon gone. Oh well.
All in all, it was a very nice holiday.
I watched Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price and Videodrome last night. What a great double feature. The documentary needs to be seen by every single person. Everytime I hear someone mention they got something at Wal-Mart, it sickens me. We haven’t shopped there in more than five years and will continue not shopping there. I will aggressively promote this thing, as I did before I rented it last night.
What can be said of David Cronenberg’s Videodrome that has not already been voiced? It’s a mind-bending odyssey of one man’s total self-destruction as he surrenders himself to the blinding brilliance of the flickering television screen. Or is it? You can never really tell, and James Woods is stellar in the lead role. I still think I like Cronenberg’s video game/VR analysis eXistenZ more but Videodrome is still aces all around.
We picked this up at Target while getting a few items for the house. Mom received a $50 giftcard for the store from Toni for Christmas. My sister Samantha got her Betty Boop pajama bottoms, a Dr. Scholl’s massaging backpad, socks, and we got a brand new cordless phone, with embdedded caller ID. We needed a new phone badly; the old one was cordless but unless one pressed the star key before dialing you’d get a rotary sound as the number was dialed.
But I digress.
Eugenides’ novel is purported to be a master work. I certainly hope so as I’ve tried to read the opening passage when I’ve seen it in stores at various other times but it didn’t gel for me. Here’s hoping another whack at it will result in a warm experience.
Syriana is a four-star film. Expect a review in the next fortnight. At first I thought Stephen Gaghan would end this thing with something terribly maudlin but then soon realized Syriana had no other way to end but how it did – the wheels keep turning, as we all know.
Lasagna and garlic bread await me.