I guess my Halloween spirit never quite peaked this year. I spent months making the usual half-hearted plans. Asian horror dreams/shot on video nightmares/monster dinosaur parties. What happened to my Halloween moment? Last year I spent the evening hanging out with Donald Farmer in Atlanta, the beginning of all the Hooker With a Hacksaw stuff. I didn't watch any movies that day. I had Sia-brain and was on the brink of divorce. This era of change set in motion a…
I can't speak on this with the same knowledge and insight as Warren, but I watch a lot of garbage, and this is not unlike the rock bottom decrepit crypt of nightmares-esque scrapings that I've endured. Based on an Ohio Urban Legend, an evil doctor/killer mutant children (don't expect much of this) - jump ahead to modern day where teenagers and local idiots get murdered or something. More "or something" than anything else. A lot of storytelling and scenes that…
I did one teeny tiny measly little wrap day in wardrobe for this movie, so I won't rate it. I did love it and I'm very proud. As a result of this I met Jon Hamm at my friend's birthday party which took place at a skating rink and our interaction was as follows...
I went to the snack bar, Hamm rolls up. We had briefly met earlier.
Jon:...... Did ya get a corndog?
There may have been more but that's all I was able to process.
This is exactly what I needed. Sometimes I get really wrapped up with work and my movie watching suffers. I start to forget who I am and it becomes a this depressing spiral. 'Death Spa' reset my battery. It hits all of the sweet spots. Effervescent beams. Just just soak it up like a girl in a high wasted bikini absorbing UV rays from a hot pink tanning bed. This is as close to the sensation that 'Dr. Caligari' left me with as any movie ever has. This was a pretty fucking zen.