This weekend, I saw The Omen for the first time, curious because a bunch of friends had been talking about the remake. You know what? I dug it. Definitely dug it. It's not the kind of digging/dugging that would inspire repeat viewings, but for whatever it is, it worked. If you haven't seen it, it's the story of a high political couple adopting what turns out to be Satan's kid, and though that description paints a more action-packed kinda flick, this one is really driven by the suspense of kinda/sorta knowing what's to come. There's enough fucked up death scenes to satiate our basic needs of a horror movie, but it's the concept in of itself that made/makes The Omen a hit. Check it out if you're a first timer; it's not a great movie to watch with a boisterous group, but if you match my experiences with it (lazy Sunday morning), you shouldn't be disappointed.
Also want to say farewell to Six Feet Under, one of the most impressive shows in television history that totally did NOT flake or fizzle out in its final season. Sunday nights won't be the same.
In more exciting news, today marked the start of what promises to be my most surreal workweek ever. With unofficial confidentiality rules, I can only tell you that it involved a shoot starring six professionally trained dogs (complete with their equivalent of stage moms) doing everything from riding bicycles to jumping through hoops to pissing on each other. I went home with a much bigger appreciation for Chihuahuas and fully confident that, if given the opportunity, a German Shepherd could easily kill five men in the time it takes for coffee to heat up.
Posted by Matt on 08/22/2005. E-mail me!
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