Rainy night, scary movie
It is a rainy Saturday night on Manhattan’s upper east side, and I am going to stay in and make spaghetti with fresh garlic and watch Drag Me To Hell on Netflix. And OK, I’ll probably have a few of the strong Canadian beers in the fridge. Liquid courage, eh?
rock on. great flick!
Cool! Hitting play now…
Great minds…
watch the same awesome trashy movies. That was my writing break back around 6pm. So good.
Really? Awesome! This is a lot more intense than The Stepfather. Less Benatar, but still: more intense.
I thought it was perfect, perfect, perfect, despite the marked absence of sweater vests. GOOD OLD SAM RAIMI!
Yes, it was delicious horror goodness—but I can’t believe that guy missed the frickin’ goat! Come on, man! Maybe if he’d been wearing less confining pajamas…