Horror Nights: Now with movie terrors
By GREG JOHNSON | Oct. 3, 2007Halloween Horror Nights is back and more intense than ever.
Halloween Horror Nights is back and more intense than ever.
If I had to pick a word to describe the new movie "The Kingdom," I might choose "intense." "Rapid" also comes to mind.
There are probably some people who would confidently accuse David Cronenberg of selling out. Since 2002's "Spider," Cronenberg has seemed to purposefully avoid working in the horror and sci-fi genres in which he made some of his best films. Others would consider it as the director "maturing," as if his previous films were infantile (go rent the classic "Videodrome" and marvel "infantile" social commentary about our sick love affair with television).
My boy has a consistent bedtime routine: He brushes his teeth, sets his alarm and logs on to ESPN.com to check his fantasy baseball ranking and the homepage of his beloved Astros. I quickly learned I could tease him about his OCD-esque nightly redundancy, but I could never slight his Houston heroes.
It's a bloody war, and the air is filled with smoke and fire. Partisan fanboys catcall from the battlefield, where Microsoft and Sony haul their guns to bear. And big guns they are, my friends: Both Xbox 360 and PlayStation 3 finally hit their long-delayed strides come autumn, as wave after wave of triple-A titles stream to our poor, budget-restricted arms. BioShock, Mass Effect and the quintessential Halo 3 face off against Haze, Lair and Heavenly Sword; the financially average student is going to need to pick a side.
Freewheeling down 441 South to Micanopy Shooting Sports, Kate was growing antsy at the prospect of handling a pistol.
All I got was this collapsible laundry hamper
My mom knows what Halo is.
Wouldn't it be great to have 214 gallons of gasoline for your car? Doesn't 4,000 packages of Ramen noodles sound delicious to you? Or would you prefer 831 cans of Budweiser? These items each could be yours for ,600.
"Mr. Woodcock" is a textbook example of the preview showing all the funny parts of a movie. After an hour and a half, I can safely say there was only one scene not revealed in the previews worthy of a laugh. That's it. Only one. The rest of the film plods along with all the enthusiasm of a mollusk.
Foo Fighters - Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace
When asked to describe what genre of music the band Binary Forest Faux Pas fits into, the members paused for a second before jokingly naming the genres "science rock" and "space rock."
Most nights I go out, I need a DCB.
In the past, I have abstained from further comments on my articles. I think most speak for themselves. However, I couldn't resist defending my Sept. 19 column, "Are hookups the modern 'free love' revolution?"
Everywhere I turn it seems someone (usually someone older than 30) is bashing the so-called "hookup culture." And yet I know only a handful of people who don't somehow engage in it.
The poster for "Shoot 'Em Up" brings to mind the work of John Woo before he started wasting his talent in Hollywood: Clive Owen, ever the new icon of modern, tough-guy cool, firing two pistols midair a la Chow Yun Fat.
With record sales way down and a general lack of memorable rap releases so far this year (sans U.G.K., Common and Talib Kweli), Kanye West hopes to make it his year with his third album, "Graduation," set for release Tuesday.
Originally, I had an entirely different column written and submitted to my editor. It was about trusting your gut when it comes to the dating realm.