Who doesn’t hate Atlanta’s best failing music critic, Jeff Clark? Attractive Eighties Women debase Jeff in this interview and call him a “coward.”
And even though he’s talking about a band whose members I am familiar with, it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s a butt plug. No trackback for you:
It’s Elephant’s have a new, nine-song, 22-minute EP out called Gets Along. If I was drunk right now I’d probably say they sound like some satanic merger of Three Dog Night and Canned Heat, but the sober truth is they’re even worse than that. They’re solidly in the running for the most awful local band I’ve heard so far this century. That’s beating out a metric ton of competition, folks!
It was 2:33 am, slightly foggy and it had appeared to have begun raining and stopped while the five of us had been watching Halloween II. Personally satisfied, my words were the first of praise, to be met by a very true response of dissatisfaction based on a mediocre plot and dialog. “I think I was just going in to this movie expecting an equal amount of psychological horror as blood covered gore,” a most trusted associate said. “It also seems like there was more room for a statement, and trying to make it without using the room provided, seemed lazy and useless.” The latter statement was made by a friend of mine, that when with overgrown beard, looked terrifyingly identical to the woods man Michael Myers.
Apparently, my experience was different and I would have never had guessed. Six minutes into the movie, I was almost breathing into a paper bag. The setting alone was a psychological nightmare for a person not to far removed from the rural countryside. Just a quick list; lonely road, giant killer man strapped into coroner van, pedo-necrophilia employees, car crash, giant killer man un-strapped from the coroner van. After that it was all smooth sailing.
Sure, the acting that went on when murders were not happening was bad. Also, the plot was kinda misguided and the story makes sudden and abrasive turns that you just have to ignore, accept or consider stupid. Seriously, we know Michael Myers lives in the woods for a year, and obviously can’t read. Pretty sure doctors don’t cover reading when your a weird, super strong redneck killer that eventually becomes mute. Yet, Michael Myers can walk all over the earth, with out reading one thing about his sister Angel, and find her. This is totally fucking ridiculous.
Right, it is also the original idea. Slasher movies don’t really make any sense in the first place. Still if you, like so many of us like the idea of a creepy blood-fest based on just a man, who now has supernatural powers explained by slightly campy dream sequences, hell bent on murder, then you will get into this movie.
My coffee is cold.
