My girlfriend always tells me about her recurring tornado nightmares. She'll be like, "I woke up in a cold sweat!" & I'll say, "My god, I'm so jealous." And then she'll say, "STOP SAYING THAT!" And I'll be like, "I wish I could take your fear. If I could drink your midnight sweat & relieve you of ever feeling terror again, I would." And then she'll say, "I hate you."
She doesn't, though. She loves me.
I would love to be scared,…
Part of what makes the original Evil Dead so great is that they figured out how to wake up a bunch of demons without anyone realizing that that's what they were doing.
In this remake, they just have someone do the one thing that they very clearly ought not be doing. And you're intended to be like, "noooo, don't do the thing!" while they do it. But instead you're just like, "You guys had one job. Well, two jobs. Buckets…
I was once in love with a girl. And we once did that thing where on the way home from a trip out of town, we decided to stop at a carnival on the side of the highway. We did the hall of mirror stuff & we rode the ferris wheel & it was nice. But then I--sporting a complete & total inability to read the room--insisted on paying the extra twelve bucks to see the behind-the-curtain sideshow where the skin head masochist…
