General Random Thoughts

Even with this marathon of horror movies, sort of, many of them have already been written about, and last night was no exception.  So, today, in preparation for opening day of the NHL season (thank fuck!), there will be thoughts about the upcoming season and the movies seen so far this month.

Five questions for the upcoming season:

1. Can the Bruins forget about the choke job in the Conference Semi-finals?
2. Will the Capitals show up for the playoffs?
3. Can the Blackhawks overcome the losses of the offseason?
4. Who exactly is in goal for the Flyers?
5. Is this the year that the Canucks break through?

It has been five movies in six days, with the exception being Monday, which pointed towards the WWE.  Why pro wrestling over a movie?  Well, the idea of seeing the audience that paid to see a wrestling event (yes, there are people who still shell out money for this) be disappointed that their hero is now someone's bitch is actually quite appealing.  As for the actual movie nights: so far, it's been a mostly serious movie marathon, with Four Flies on Grey Velvet, a disturbing love and infidelity story in Possession, Do You Like Hitchcock?, and something to lighten the mood wrapped in existentialism in Cemetery Man.  Those four have provided some good fodder for creating a discussion group (if I'm not lazy to do it).  However, I decided to re-watch a really bad zombie movie in Hell of the Living Dead.  As bad as Troll 2 is, and I will get to that at some point this month, at least you could actually laugh at it.  Hell of the Living Dead offers no such laughs.  In fact, throughout the movie, I literally thought about just ripping the DVD out from the player and running a nail across the back of it.  Where to begin?  Well, despite the fact that three times in the movie, the advice of shooting the zombies in the head is mentioned, the leftovers from Dawn of the Dead still don't get it.  Then there's the protagonists, who should have been killed well before the ending, just so I wouldn't have to hear their constant idiocy.  And the movie felt like it was going on forever, when in reality, the time of the movie stated far less than that.  That movie was an exercise in sado-masochism, one which I hopefully won't try for another few months, lest I develop amnesia before then.