Horrorfest is going on at my theater right now. It's great. Little mini horror film festival that started last year. The films are campy but so fantastic. Surprisingly, there are some big stars in these films; noone like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise, but still some names you would recognize....if your name isn't like the person who is dead to me because he doesn't know who the hell Robert Rodriguez is.
Monday night, Emmaline and I watched Tooth and Nail, which is set in Philadelphia after civilization ends as we know it. Without even watching it, you'd probably guess the premise of the film, although that's not where the title comes into play in the movie. We had fun watching this because it's entirely predictable. The characters are exactly like every character you would expect in a survival of man sort of film especially when you have them living together in a post-apocalyptic world. PREDICTABLE. What I find head-scratching about the film are the death scenes. These mountainous, Viking-like band with men the size of 300 pound bears make these earth shattering blows on tiny wimpy folks. The wimpies crawl and drag themselves away from these huge beasts in a futile attempt to get away. Several more fatal blows and then death. HOWEVER, when the wimpies fight back and get to kill their antagonists, it takes very little to fell a Giganto!
The best line of the whole film is the title of this post. I will be using it. Going around quoting it as often as I can because it' a line with that denotes sarcasm, fun, and disbelief. It's just as much fun as my favorite line...which is all me, by the way....."DAMN YOU, SCOOBY DOO!" (note: to get the full effect must have closed fist, which is shaken towards sky as to indicate being trumped by those pesky kids).
We're off to see a second film in just a moment, Unearthed. Hopefully, it will be just as awful and fun as Tooth. Laughter is so good for the soul.