Pumpkin Person rating: 7.5/10
Midway through my vacation, this evening I watched the 2014 horror film Death Do Us Part, directed by Nicholas Humphries, and written by Julia Benson, Ryan Copple, and Peter Benson. The plot was kind of stupid, with one contrived twist after another, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Although they were aiming for a post-modern Scream style slasher film filled with comedy, all of the jokes fell flat, so you were left with an old school, humorless slasher film, which is what I prefer. I don’t think horror and comedy should be mixed. What I loved most about this film:
- The setting: An incredibly isolated cabin deep in the woods with the ocean directly behind it. The location was stunning and cozy and all the more beautiful on a big screen TV. I kept trying to figure out where in the United States the film took place since it looked way too cold to be California, and I learned later it was set in Vancouver, Canada.
2. The cast: When I first started watching slasher films as a kid, all the teenaged characters were years older than me, but now that I’m in my 30s, the characters are all younger than me. Thus it was refreshing to watch a slasher filmer where the characters were generally in their 30s like me. Not only were they mostly all around my age, but they were in the same stage of life as me: About to get married. Indeed the film revolves around that one last weekend in the woods with friends, before you get married and life changes.
and i was thinking about this while i was flying
toward iowa and thinking about how everyone was going to be
trying to locate the avant-garde and about how almost
everyone was going to agree that it would involve either
shocking or making it new and and that i was supposed to be
talking about this too and i realized i was going to be
confused because practically every role classically
attributed to the avant-garde has been preempted by something
else and i reflected that i myself have never really had
a clear image of what it was to be avant-garde though ive
been thrust into the role often enough to know what it feels
like to be avant-garde
a friend of mine had written a book
marjorie perloff had written a book dealing with american
poetry as a kind of french connection as opposed to the
english connection which is conventionally supposed for it
in the schools now i personally think there are many
roots to contemporary american poetry certainly my poetry
and the poetry i admire but i also know what writing a
What in the World are you talking about?
forgotten monkey amber
delights my introspection
but bubble massive armour
fermentation magnet arc
geek motherfucker instinct
fix mitochondria a
generous martini ice-cream
further messages arrive
germ mail illustrated
flashes medical alert
gone mental incandescence
flames melodically around
glitz mercury illicit
coagulability
Copied and pasted both of those poems into google. I’m not sure what the point of you putting them here is.
other than plagiarism
instead of big screen tvs and horror movies, let’s talk about something even more prole…
smoking.
i did smoke for about 6 months…because of a girl…best cigarettes are…
1. Players
2. Lucky Strike
and unknown to non-smokers, it’s actually possible to get high on tobacco.
just inhale a…forget the name…any cigar.
subjectively it’s a lot like being drunk.
I’ve always been extremely proud of the fact that I’ve never smoked. Always thought it was dumb, precisely because I never thought you get a high from it.
Alcohol may kill brain cells, but at least you get the joy of getting drunk, but I could never see any compensatory benefits of smoking that would even remotely justify the health costs
Although I’ve inhaled a lot of second hand smoke trying to pick up women on bar patios. Damn leftists have killed the bar scene in Ottawa by outlawing smoking even on patios. Now all the bars here are like ghost towns.
Smoking became prole when proles started smoking. Like big screen TVs, everything is upper class, when only the upper class are doing it, but once the proles start doing it too, the upper class must abandon it to maintain their exclusivity.
chartreuse is for retards;
captain morgan’s rum is the only liquor anyone with a three digit IQ will ever touch
dear God peepee is a fucking fucktarded fucktard. any and every person who reviews horror films on a blog is PROLE and LOVES JEW COCK.
look at her latest post… on film featuring the jewish athlete… it’s clear peepee loves jew cock in her ass and vag.
flushton, jensen, lynnthead, gayman… they all love circumcised jew cock jizzing all over them.