Good Morning Gentle Readers,
TWC hauled The Boy and four of his hoodlum friends off to see Paranormal Activity 3 Friday night. The film is rated R hence the need for a responsible adult to procure access. Which does not explain the presence of six or seven unaccompanied eight year old girls who would not shut up.
Metal Matt: Would you shut up?(!).
Eight YO Girls: No! Yeeew shut up!
Metal Matt: Shut Up!
Reverberating Baritone Male Voice From Five Rows Up: SHUT UP!
Eight YO Girls: Scatter to various parts of the theater
Earlier on Fright Night, TWC hooked up with Mrs TWC and the House Blond in the bar at Macaroni Grill in The Crossings for a couple of three-dollar, happy-hour glasses of Valoroso Toscano house red. Sure, it's a corporate screw top red blend, but it is also a very quaffable red table wine. And, it is better than the old House Chianti. Three Bucks, Dude. That's the upside to the recession. These guys didn't even have a Happy Hour when things were Rockin' and Rollin'.
The bartender, Brian, is the guy you *wish* was serving your table every time. Nothing beats reliability and friendly service. He makes a good mojito as well.
I noticed he noticed the House Blond. He was discreet. I also noticed that he noticed that she was too young. Good man.
I'm not a bootleg kind of guy but someone gave us a bootleg copy of Paranormal 1. Not only was it a suck movie but it had the early suck ending that was, apparently, not released in the theaters. Suffice it to say that I was not looking forward to Paranormal 3.
That said, it really was a much better flick than the original. A little tedious at first but the tedium was punctuated with a couple of good startles and several excellent sight gags. Humor and Horror. Not a bad combination and it worked. Later, the film got serious.
TWC couldn't sit down front with the boys without getting nauseated. That's how I came to be stuck with three of the eight YO juvenile delinquent females who scattered on account of Metal Matt and The Voice telling them to STHU. Like, where are *your* parents? Once the movie got with the program, though, they ran screaming from the theater. Bye. If only the couple next to me, who brought canisters of NOS, had run screaming from the theater instead of falling on the floor laughing every three minutes. This is why TWC likes Netflix and Amazon. No riff raff.
Good scary movies are very difficult to do well. I can only think of a handful that make the cut. Paranormal 3 isn't one of them, but it might be worth your while if you enjoy a good cheap scare. Certainly better than any run-of-the-mill slasher movie.
Those boys had the hair standing up on the back of their necks. They didn't shut up for the entire ride back to Jared's where they spent the night. Not a one of them volunteered to go with Metal Matt to get his laptop inside his dark, silent house. He sent the dog in first to run interference. Said he wasn't going to another horror movie until he was thirty.
We report. You decipher.