With Wit, Reviewed By Kimmo Mustonenen
Horror in my belly pulls my testes into itself.
That is the point.
Horror must make one as uncomfortableness than one can feel.
It is awesome.
It hurts so good that in the pants the shitting is welcomed.
Yes, that happens.
Unless the movie is the suck. Then the horror is not so horrible. Then the horror is the shit.
Shit, because not horrible. But still in the eyes. The eyes hold onto the pain.
There are grisly murders at the property of the Ellison guy (Ethan Hawke) but the deaths and the disappearance of another daughter (his family?) are with a murder series linked.
Found footage (fuck you, Paranormal Activitiy!)
Then there are slayings and abductions, but only for the children. Parents are for the dying.
But then the writer’s nightmares are worse than the writing.
We now care!
All of the new shit – horror porn. People ripped apart. Crazy Saw guy making people die as assholes. “Final Destination” bringing back Rube Goldberg to America (if Rube Goldberg is over your head kill yourself now, retard).
And then the found footage shit. Thanks “Blair Witch Project.” Style over good any day.
Yet I still liked “Cloverfield“. Found footage doesn’t always swallow the suck.
Anyway, the fact that I thought Ethan Hawke was really Kevin Dillon made me think the dumb is now part of my forever mind. Son of a bitch.
So, one thumb totally confused, wishing it had to see “Argo.” The other thumb wondering where fucking hockey is.
I don’t get it. Play the games. The owners won last time, but now they must fight again? I wish I had a gun. One round for the Bettman. Then the rest for the owners. I kill you all.
Kimmo Mustonenen – (Kimmo On Kino) – Behind The Proscenium
P.S. “Nashville” is the shit. That Hayden Dwarf chick is the hot. I would do her twice.