I have been waiting for a GOOD horror movie all summer. Missing the film Insidious when it was out in theaters, I couldn’t wait until this past Tuesday when it would finally come out on video. I had been hearing good things about the film and couldn’t wait to get my “scare on”. Thanks to my loving wife, I finally got to experience the film this past Tuesday…
The storyline is nothing new. A family moves into a big house. They have three children, one being a small infant. Dalton, one of the older boys, ends up going into an unexplainable deep coma and ends up in the hospital. After months without change, the parents bring Dalton back to care for him at home. Strange things start happening such as unexplainable noises and Renai, the mother, begins to see people about the house. It all leads up to a climactic scene forcing our family to move out of the home into another home. But…things don’t calm down there either…
The movie’s beginning is fantastic. We have a great setting in the home, a classic location for a ghost story/haunted house flick. There are several scares in the first half that really work well. It is after they move from the original location that the film begins to lose pace. Why did the writers think it was necessary to take this course? I am not sure, but this totally ruined the film for me. Instead of a classic haunted house story, it ends up turning into something a little more disappointing.
Insidious does have its scares. There are several visual scenes that will make your skin crawl and turn to the person seated next to you and ask, “What the heck was that?” I did this often. However, director James Wan relies too much on the quick jump scares accompanied by increased volume of music that got annoying more than frightening as the film went on.
The film does try to pull off a twist at the end. Nothing really original here, but I will give Wan some credit for at least TRYING to be creative.
Overall, Insidious was a MAJOR disappointment to me. I was hoping for something mind blowing and frightening, instead I got a rehashing of the original Poltergeist film with cheap scares and a change in film direction that was not necessary whatsoever. If you aren’t picky about your fright flicks, Insidious will probably do it for you. If you are, like me, keep searching…
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wait A Minute
In my defense regarding the roll:
1. It's not like the cinnamon roll had been there for days, it was from that day.
2. The cats still got fed.
3. Nobody tried to stop me before I ate it.
4. It still tasted pretty good.
5. There was nothing toxic, at least to me!
Ok, so maybe it's not the best defense in the world, but it's the best I have.
I'm thinking...MH
1. It's not like the cinnamon roll had been there for days, it was from that day.
2. The cats still got fed.
3. Nobody tried to stop me before I ate it.
4. It still tasted pretty good.
5. There was nothing toxic, at least to me!
Ok, so maybe it's not the best defense in the world, but it's the best I have.
I'm thinking...MH
Monday, July 11, 2011
Keep a Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'...Cinnamon Rollin'!
I made the kids cinnamon rolls this morning…good old breakfast classic! As the kids were chowing down on the sugary goodness, a memory far in the back of my mind exploded forward. An early memory…of JMH…
Matt and I were hanging at my parents’ house. It was late at night and we were getting ready to head out and do something, probably go back to Matt’s parents’ house to swim. We were gathered in the kitchen with my two sisters talking. That was when Matt spotted it…
“What’s that?” Matt asked pointing to the stove top.
I turned. Nestled in the center of the burners was mom’s round cake pan she used to cook various morsels. She had used it that morning to make cinnamon rolls. All of them had been devoured by us except for one, which was still currently in the pan. But it wasn’t alone. Mom’s cake pan had become the “collect all” for that day. Whatever had been left over from lunch and supper had become scraps in the pan. The cinnamon roll was nestled amongst all sorts of foreign debris. The only recognizable food item in the pan besides the roll was a huge piece of ham sitting on top of it as if it was a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.
“That is a pile of leftovers for the cats,” I responded.
Matt walked up to the pan. “But there is a perfectly good cinnamon roll still in there!”
My sisters both laughed. I am not sure which one said it, but one shouted out “You can have it if you want!”
That was all the invitation Matt needed. He looked down at the pan, pulled off the piece of pork, picked up the roll that dripped with toxic liquid, and then made the roll extinct in one large gulp. He turned to my sisters and smiled. They drew back in horror. I laughed, for I knew what had been coming once the invitation had been made!
To this day, I can’t look at a cinnamon roll exactly the same way…or ham for that matter. Come to think of it…I can’t look at onion rings either! But, that is another story!
That’s nice!
JM
Matt and I were hanging at my parents’ house. It was late at night and we were getting ready to head out and do something, probably go back to Matt’s parents’ house to swim. We were gathered in the kitchen with my two sisters talking. That was when Matt spotted it…
“What’s that?” Matt asked pointing to the stove top.
I turned. Nestled in the center of the burners was mom’s round cake pan she used to cook various morsels. She had used it that morning to make cinnamon rolls. All of them had been devoured by us except for one, which was still currently in the pan. But it wasn’t alone. Mom’s cake pan had become the “collect all” for that day. Whatever had been left over from lunch and supper had become scraps in the pan. The cinnamon roll was nestled amongst all sorts of foreign debris. The only recognizable food item in the pan besides the roll was a huge piece of ham sitting on top of it as if it was a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.
“That is a pile of leftovers for the cats,” I responded.
Matt walked up to the pan. “But there is a perfectly good cinnamon roll still in there!”
My sisters both laughed. I am not sure which one said it, but one shouted out “You can have it if you want!”
That was all the invitation Matt needed. He looked down at the pan, pulled off the piece of pork, picked up the roll that dripped with toxic liquid, and then made the roll extinct in one large gulp. He turned to my sisters and smiled. They drew back in horror. I laughed, for I knew what had been coming once the invitation had been made!
To this day, I can’t look at a cinnamon roll exactly the same way…or ham for that matter. Come to think of it…I can’t look at onion rings either! But, that is another story!
That’s nice!
JM
Saturday, July 9, 2011
SOTD
Some pairings are just meant to be. Coverdale/Page was one of them. One of my favs:
I never tire of hearing this song. Classic.
MH
I never tire of hearing this song. Classic.
MH
Pajama Jeans
Why don't they make pajama jeans for men? Seems like a vast untapped market to me!
That's nice...MH
That's nice...MH
Friday, July 8, 2011
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