Prom Night sucketh, Hollyweird and Splitsville 10:50pm, April 11, 2008
I've been pretty much campaigning against PROM NIGHT since the movie was first announced. I had heard from various directors (who were up for the project) that it was a joke and that the studio heads didn't want any work on the script and that it was basically a cold-hearted cash cow. Shockingly enough, even some of the cast and crew (No, I am not throwing anyone under the bus) bashed the film.
So you have to understand why I have been giving this film a hard time and treating it like the small kid in the playground.
But my job as a reporter (and a horror fan) is to go in and be objective. Walking into the theater this morning (and sitting near five or six creepy old guys, why were they there?) I was quite aware of what I was seeing. PROM NIGHT is a PG-13 fare made specifically for 15-year-old girls to drag their boyfriends to. It was no secret and that is what I expected to see - what I was reviewing.
In short, the movie starts off nicely and paces itself as that perfect teen slasher pic. The rules are established, the cliches kick in and we ALL know exactly where this is going. But even if the trite piece of work, the film is still loaded with BS. The movie opens with a KILL BILL rip-off (nearly shot-for-shot) and there are multiple dream sequences. And don't get me started with the FAKE scares. If you thought a black cat jumping out at you was bad, how about four mirror scares - you heard right, FOUR:
Fake Scares
In order of appearance:
Baseball bat
Mirror reflection
Mirror reflection #2
Girls open door at same time
Opening of a bathroom curtain
Bats (flying bats)
Lamp (infamous)
Find a dead body (Friday the 13th style)
Body in vent (they needed a ladder to get up there, so how'd it get there?)
Boyfriend waking up
Killer in mirror dream
Close mirror... no one there!
Besides these problems, the movie gets really, really slow in the final act. The last half hour drags beyond belief and NOTHING happens as the movie moves from prom to Brittany Snow's house. Somehow the killer magically vanishes, climbs high vents, and instead of being inconspicuous in his quest for Snow, he decides to make the front pages and go on a completely pointless killing spree. Literally the killer has NO MOTIVE whatsoever and the film, which is supposed to be a fun movie, it as emotionally bleak as LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT.
But enough of PROM NIGHT...
On Tuesday Andrea's sister came to town along with her boyfriend Rob. They're crashing at my pad and hanging out until next Tuesday. This week we went to The Ivy on Robertson, which is an ultra famous place where all the stars eat. My cheeseburger was $26.95 and just "OK". It was pretty ridiculous, over hyped and a waste of money. But, they wanted to go, and I hope it was worth the experience - I guess I would have gone at some point anyways. Everytime I eat at a place like that I am always disappointed. It's crazy to me that the Webber Grill's $25 steak is like the greatest thing ever and a expensive places food is balls.
When we were shopping around that area, we went into a few stores and this one place had hoodies that were $1,295 - and I'm not kidding. I was a dick and wiped by burger hands all over em. I REALLY wanted to go try one on and then wipe it all over my balls - but that would be something I'd do when I was 18. But I did have a hilarious, vivid daydream about it.
We also went to Hollywood (or Hollyweird, check out the pics below) where we did more shopping (what else do you do?). Yesterday Andrea was working and I took them to In and Out. Andrea was super pissed off because SHE wanted to take them and I didn't know. Andrea holds a special place in her heart for In and Out (I guess we all do).
Yesterday my old roommate and friend Bill split his company with our reporter and friend Sean. It sucks because now they're fighting and I keep getting stuck in the middle. It's not my business and I don't want to lay out my opinion. But I will say that for the sake of stress and stuff, I really hope they work it out to some capacity. It's like me and that other website which I won't name. I try and try and try to keep things cool between us. I link them up and constantly play the mench (the guy who sucks it up). Only I don't get ANY returned respect and there has to be a point where I say enough is enough and just put them out of my mind. Maybe today is the day? Let's see how they treat my FRIDAY THE 13th scoop....
Tonight I'm watching The Lakers vs The Hornets, which is quite possibly one of the biggest games in the history of me watching the NBA. The tip-off is happening as we speak, so I'm to have to wish you adieu. Enjoy some pics and maybe I'll post that blog about the director this weekend. I'm debating if anything GOOD can come from it.
Andrea at Big Wang Wings, which totally rules beyond the fact that they don't really have wings (all drum sticks).
This is Snoopy on Hollywood Blvd. Who the HELL lets there kids go into the arms of this creepy, smelly, dirty stranger who has probably never washed that costume once in his life. EWWWW
American Apparel mannequins have the hottest, sexiest bodies of all, next to Bebe Sport
Quite possibly the WORST haircut I have ever seen on a woman. Or can you say a WuuuMAN. Y'all wanna go get me some haircut?
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I've been pretty much campaigning against PROM NIGHT since the movie was first announced. I had heard from various directors (who were up for the project) that it was a joke and that the studio heads didn't want any work on the script and that it was basically a cold-hearted cash cow. Shockingly enough, even some of the cast and crew (No, I am not throwing anyone under the bus) bashed the film.
On Tuesday Andrea's sister came to town along with her boyfriend Rob. They're crashing at my pad and hanging out until next Tuesday. This week we went to The Ivy on Robertson, which is an ultra famous place where all the stars eat. My cheeseburger was $26.95 and just "OK". It was pretty ridiculous, over hyped and a waste of money. But, they wanted to go, and I hope it was worth the experience - I guess I would have gone at some point anyways. Everytime I eat at a place like that I am always disappointed. It's crazy to me that the Webber Grill's $25 steak is like the greatest thing ever and a expensive places food is balls.
