Just a heads up. This is going to be kind of a long entry.
So, one of the things that we sometimes do before a podcast is refresh our memories with viewing some related films. Right now, I’m looking at a stack of Shrek films that I don’t want to watch because, well, I fucking hate Shrek. I also hate Smashmouth’s cover of “I’m a believer”. But that’s neither here nor there, is it?
I’ve recently rewatched a few of the Platinum Dunes productions. I rather liked the first film they made, although I can understand people not being keen on The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original one from 1974 is “Chain Saw”, alright?). While the prequel they later made was a waste, Chainsaw (see, one word) was fun, gory, had eye candy, and a over the top R. Lee Ermey performance. Sure, not a patch on the 74 original, but a good way to kill 98 mins. The remake of The Amityville Horror was held together by an entertaining performance by Ryan Reynolds, a man who I honestly believe can play any role and have me watching – he’s just one of those actors. Throw in having a soft spot for Perth’s Melissa George (her sister was a regular at the video store Adrian used to own and I worked at. Yeah, Perth really is a small town), and it’s once again, a pleasant enough way to knock an hour and a half out of your day, if you dig on horror. Here’s where things take a bit of a turn, and where this blog entry goes a little bit autobiographical. I don’t mind remakes (they aren’t destroying my copies of the originals sitting amongst my DVD collection), and lets face it, anything Platinum Dunes did with the Chainsaw franchise wasn’t going to disappoint, based purely on the fact that Kim Henkel (co-writer of the 1974 original Chain Saw) made that dreadful Zellweger/McConaughey one back in 1994. So, the remake bashing blog entry this isn’t. Excuse the autobiographical diversion, but it’ll come back on topic.
I was always the horror kid. Did a project in the second grade on Bruce Campbell, because I thought he was awesome in Evil Dead 2 (I still do think he’s awesome, as is that flick). I had parents who were more than happy to support me watching horror films (yup, even the R18+ ones), as long as it didn’t have any effect, other than scaring the shit out of me and occasionally covering my eyes with a cushion from the couch. I devoured Nightmares, Fridays, and Halloweens, plus a hell of a lot of weird and obscure 1980s video flicks.
But you know what I remember most?
The start of it all.
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