I’m at a convention this weekend. I have to unleash the nerd radiation that’s been building up for the last year. I’ve even put on weight so I fit in with the hanging butt crack guys.
I am solidly trapped in SF until the way evening times. Seeing a Romero movie before sunset seems a bit off, anyhow. I’ve already been reading bad stuff about it this morning, so now I am avoiding reading anything more.
Yes and it’s very awkward for me. On the one hand I refuse to sacrifice my integrity and NOT destroy this film… but on the other I don’t have it in me to say a single bad word about Romero, the man that showed me that horror could be more than just viscera and shocking imagery without abandoning it for the inaccessibly artistic and hopelessly obtuse.
Without sounding completely morose ... or maybe I can’t avoid that ... I just get this general feeling that a lot of these old school directors feel as though they have been put out to pasture or something .... Carpenter doesn’t seem to have the same sparkle ... and I wonder if the same holds true for Romero. The steady transgression of film in the wake of nu-pop horror has got to take its toll on the masters. It’s sad. I love Carpenter. I love Romero. The shift appears to be putting the damage on both.
i was,but felipe had band practice,DZ was at his hemoroid cream convention,my friend mike has an invisible mute phone,and everyone else i know works like an adult. so instead i got really hammered until 7am and drunk dialed every girl in my phonebook. i foresee a lonnnnng dryspell.
