Bruce

I saw Land of the Dead last night. DO NOT SEE IT. I never post, so this means I'm not joking. This movie is about as much fun as being raped by mr. T while listening to Celine Dion. What a waste of money. Romero must have been smoking crack non-stop for the twenty-odd years that he made no films to come up with this dromedary shit. Did the zombies look cool? Well of course, but that did nothing to dredge the movie out of the outhouse pit. And the boss zombie, gas station attendant walked like a normal human and rocked the most corny fucking roar ever (again and again and again and....)! Right after I saw it I thought little of its monumental crappiness but then after about an hour it sank in and now I'm telling you: don't see this thing unless you have too much time and money and too many brain cells. <>

Current Mood: vomitvomitvomit

Current Music: Vangelis-Blade runner sndtrck.

I was going to post the beginnings of a journal of my alter-ego (the charnel lurker), but Ian still has the few pages I've scrawled....You'll see into my strange other life soon enough. Anyway, who's going to Valentine's at Savage?

Hello all, this is my first entry on LJ. I had a fairly monotonous day at School, slow lectures, slow notetaking. It's all snowy, but wet too. Gonna be lots of ice tmrw....