This weekend's theme: "Let's pretend we have disposable income!"
The Garment District
Instead of the hot-mama cocktail dress I had hoped to find for our upcoming tiki party, I ended up with a very practical cotton sundress which can be worn to work and things. This is why I had to celebrate my sensible buying power with a carpet bag and wooly fall pants.
Freddy vs. Jason
Excellent trashy fun for slasher movie fans, leaving the door open for innumerable sequels (of course). Providing further proof that the critics are a bunch of sour pusses. The sound the audience made during the teaser scene at the very end was the distillation of pure joy. I felt the tears well up, I tell you.
The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension
If the desktop of your computer asks "What Would Buckaroo Do?" missing an opportunity to see this classic on the big screen is simply not an option. Confidential to the two girls in the back row: I am curious. Did you actually buy a ticket for the sole purpose of sitting in the theater conversing and giggling? This would explain why, when I asked you to please keep it down, you left the theater rather than just shut up and watch the movie. Very perplexing.
A shout-out to New Line Cinema
Even Freddy vs. Jason is not good enough to make up for this sacrilege. You filthy hack rat bastard vulture losers, what possessed you? I hope I speak for horror movie geeks everywhere when I say, ptui. Your pallid retread will never replace the gloriously grim, cheap, ugly, unrelenting original in my eyes. For shame!
speaking of tiki, did i ever tell you that Hilo Hattie was my dad's godmother? (My grandpa was in her orchestra).
Posted by: tree at August 18, 2003 05:00 AM