Spnak

As I return from the blog wilderness and venture to write again on these not so hallowed pages I realise that I have pretty much no taste whatsoever. I have no dress sense. If I could find Iron Maiden shirts in my size I would chop the sleeves off and wear them with pride. If my wife wouldn’t kick my arse I would scuff up the knees on my best jeans and tie dye them with bleach and wear them out in public. I listened to Bon Jovi when Nirvana was all the rage.

This all stems from the movie I watched this morning. BloodRayne. A film so panned by critics and views alike the director should have been used for dart practice on a blind darts team’ night out.
If you had read the reviews this film got on alt.horror you would have thought that this film was as bad as film could get. Uwe Boll should have been strung up by his ankles and had his blood drained (did you see what I did there Blood drained … BloodRayne.. ohhh never mind) for what he did to that film, according to some more “well versed” viewers. Well I think they are all wrong. I enjoyed the living snot out of this film. OK I will admit that it wasn’t the most suave film in the world and the script was clunky in places, but for heavens sake it’s a film about a half breed vampire who absorbs the power of an age old eye into her own eye just by dangling upside down and looking into it.

Lets put it this way. The film passed 99 minutes of a rather dull and wet Monday morning. The bloody bits made my eyes open a little wider and the jumpy bits made me jump. All in all job done.

I really don’t get why people feel the need to run down something that they could never do in a million years.

Keep your eyes open to everything, you never know what you might find…. maybe Uwe Boll strung up by his testicles for yet another game tie in movie.

Until Next Time…