
Well I'll be! Thanks to those who posted about Shrek's biggest victory of all: a partnership with the United States Postal Service. It's nuts and I still couldn't give less of a shit about the movie, but jeez, archiving the insanity sure is a lot of fun. Speaking of which, I picked up two larger Shrek items for review, but that'll have to wait for the weekend.
In fact, everything else will basically have to wait till the weekend, too. Got some schtuff to do this week, I'll tell ya about it later. I wonder if I'm having surgery? Anyway, this'll be a cold week in terms of the full length articles, but I'm going into the trenches prepared with enough materials to keep the blog rolling. On deck for tomorrow night right here is a small tribute to something cold, sweet and somehow Mexican.
Meantime, let's get another survey going. What's the scariest movie you've ever seen? I'm not talking so much about retrospect: what's the most you've ever been scared by a movie, even if later viewings didn't pack the same kinda punch? For various reasons, some illegal, my pick is always gonna be Jacob's Ladder. Not joking when I say that the film fucked me up for months, with brought-on complexes ranging from fears of mirrors, trains, passing cars and generally any open empty space. You need the right environment to really collect the feelings this one is capable of throwing at you, but when the mood's right, it's just damned disturbing and relentless. Your turn, in the comments.
Posted by Matt on 05/10/2004. E-mail me!










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Some documentary about Nostrodamus I saw on HBO a long time ago. How long ago? I remember when HBO used to go off the air at like 2:00 in the morning. That and the melting Grimace ad in the 70′s. I can usually explain my quirks, but I just don’t have any reason for freaking out at a puddle of Grimace. Those "Blair Witch" kids got what they deserved, though. But being from a culture that gets much of the same attitude from tourists, and working here at a Native American art gallery might contribute to such feelings. As for "Poltergeist", I laughed at the peice of meat inching it’s way along the counter. If you think those sentences were slightly disjointed, you should see what goes on inside my head.