favorites are #horror for spooky season.
"I decided a while ago to sort of... give up, and stop trying to make sense of things altogether, because the only way to really live in this is to embrace the fact that nothing matters."
"Well then what's the point of living?"
Depression is a beast that comes in many forms. It’s not something that affected me overnight, like a weight dropped on my shoulders; it was an agonizingly slow weighted blanket that draped over me, head, heart, and…
Growing up, I was raised on what most American suburban kids were raised on: I played baseball. America's pastime, as they say.
Starting with tee-ball, at an age as early as 6 or 7 years old, the simplest and easiest way for any little kid to hit a ball as hard as they can and run the bases with a little grin on their face. I smacked that little ball of rubber and yarn as hard as I could and…
It's honestly pretty impressive how dull and boring this manages to be. Despite coming out in the time frame when slashers were starting to explode in popularity, just two years after Halloween's step into the arena, it lacks pretty much any creativity whatsoever. It's your basic run-of-the-mill 80s slasher, with horny teens, a couple bloody kills and an ambiguous ending. If anything, it sets the tone and formula for the dozens of slashers to come.
The age old "who vs who" question - like the equivalent of asking "who would win: Batman or Captain America?" but for a horror movie geek that wants to see Freddy and Jason hash it out, and it's done like a deliriously dumb fanfiction, which is honestly the only way I would want it done. I can almost hear the writers; "Freddy would take him into the dream world and he'd have the upper hand, kicking his ass, then the tables get turned and he gets pulled to the real world" blah blah blah, it's total goof nonsense and it was pretty solid fun.