Hangover Update
Ahhhh... there's nothing like that post-hangover feeling; sounds don't make your brain shatter like a dropped wine glass anymore, your stomach stops feeling like it's filled with a perfect storm of snake venom, broken glass and hate, and you can finally stand upright without the entire room spinning around like a carnival ride. It is, in other words, one of the best feelings ever.
Sadly, I'm not quite there yet. Still a little pukey, a little light headed, and the clatter of the keys as I type this is echoing around the inside of my skull so hard it sounds like a racquetball tourney.
But that's okay. I will prevail. Eventually. I think. Maybe not. I don't know, actually.
I do know this, however: I'm getting old. There was a time in my life, not so long ago, when I could have drunk twice the amount that I did last night, had an hour's rest, and then taken the Gold in a men's Decathlon. Or, you know, something that I'd actually do. Walk to the liquor store, maybe?
Anyway, my point is it sucks realizing that I'm not 20 anymore and, thus, aren't able to party like middle-aged, 70's-era, suburban couples.
Hm. Yeah. Well, back to the fetal position.
P.S. Apropos of nothing, I wanted to also mention that I saw Hostel part 2 last night and I'd like to strongly urge everyone else to go see it as, A) it's surprisingly good, B) you should all be supporting quality horror films, as they're a rarity these days, and C) I'm absolutely dying to talk with someone about the ending because it was... well... it was an ending that bears some discussion. And shared nausea.
Sadly, I'm not quite there yet. Still a little pukey, a little light headed, and the clatter of the keys as I type this is echoing around the inside of my skull so hard it sounds like a racquetball tourney.
But that's okay. I will prevail. Eventually. I think. Maybe not. I don't know, actually.
I do know this, however: I'm getting old. There was a time in my life, not so long ago, when I could have drunk twice the amount that I did last night, had an hour's rest, and then taken the Gold in a men's Decathlon. Or, you know, something that I'd actually do. Walk to the liquor store, maybe?
Anyway, my point is it sucks realizing that I'm not 20 anymore and, thus, aren't able to party like middle-aged, 70's-era, suburban couples.
Hm. Yeah. Well, back to the fetal position.
P.S. Apropos of nothing, I wanted to also mention that I saw Hostel part 2 last night and I'd like to strongly urge everyone else to go see it as, A) it's surprisingly good, B) you should all be supporting quality horror films, as they're a rarity these days, and C) I'm absolutely dying to talk with someone about the ending because it was... well... it was an ending that bears some discussion. And shared nausea.
posted by Clinton at 12:34 PM
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My husband is going to see Hostel Part Deux tomorrow before work. Thankfully he is not dragging me to see it, although I'm sure for the next several weeks I'll hear about how great it was, nonstop...
I don't mind horror movies, I really don't. But around the time we saw Hostel, I turned the corner on being able to stomach bucketloads of gore (not that I was ever really a fan, but..). I just can't take it anymore. He used to drag me to every horror movie made, but now I just put my foot down and tell him he can go by himself, I'm not paying to see that.
Seriously, and maybe it was just me (probably), but Hostel didn't seem like a good horror movie to me; it seemed like just mindless gore and brutality for 2 hours, and then the plot stuck into the last 10 minutes. The story itself would have made a much better movie than that, I think. Most of all, I was just really angry because I had seriously had NO clue what I was walking into when I saw that movie. I knew the title, and that it was a horror movie. And that was it. I hadn't seem any trailers or adverts or anything. If I'd had any clue whatsoever what I was going to be seeing, I wouldn't have gone. Just.... ugh. Yeah.
Wow, sorry for the rant. Guess it's a sore spot for me.
I Love, Love, Love Horror films.
Except for Jeepers Creepers®™©™.
That film just made me angry.
Hey Clinton, As a fellow member of "The Lonely Drunks" club, I wanted to check in and see how you are doing.
PS. I saw Hostel 1, thanks to Kitty's recommendation and loved it. Can't wait to see 2.
Why'd you hate Jeepers, Lioux?
It creeped me out.
I'm excited for Hostel 2, but I hate seeing movies in the theatre.
I cant watch scary movies. end of story. the ring 2 gave me nightmares, and that movie sucked.
But tell me about the ending! I saw on the preview that it was crazy and i thought, too bad that i will NEVER see that movie and therefore will never see the end.
-Jew
Giggleloop... Don't worry, you're not alone; a lot of people had that reaction. Personally, though, I don't see it that way. I thought the movie was perfectly made. However, we'll get into that a litte later; you've inspired me to write a post about the merits of the Hostel series, so look for that in the future.
Lioux... I hardcore loved Jeepers Creepers. Part of it, though, was that I saw it hungover at 9am at a critics screening in a freezing cold theater after having not slept the night before. It really fucked me up.
Jeff... Thanks for the concern, my fellow LD! 'Tis appreciated. I'm feeling better now; Girlfriend and I are about to go get burritos, which will go a loooooong way to improving my general state of being.
Big Daddy... I hear you on the "in-theater experiences" stuff. I was lucky enough to be invited to the NYC premier of Hostel last night because of my magazine ties (he said, shamelessly); otherwise, I'd have waited for video.
Jew... I'm totally going to email you the ending.
I've sing The Ring 2 like four times [Simon Baker = Hubba Hubba], but I always forget how it ends.
Had to Wikipedia it.
How come I hate Eli Roth so much? Simon Baker is dreamy.
Glad I inspired you. :) I look forward to hearing your dissertation on the subject. (did I spell that right?)
Also, I liked Simon Baker in Land of the Dead. He is pretty dreamy.
Now see, those movies I like. What's with that? I can handle zombie movies, but not your more "realistic" (albeit farfetched as hell) movies. *shrug* I don't know, I'm all kinds of fucked up about horror movies. I used to worry that Jason was going to skewer me with a machete through my mattress while I slept when I was a kid, if that tells you anything.
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This is a little off-topic, Quin.
But are you an eskimo?
Is it just me, or would Hostel have been a much better movie if he'd actually killed the Asian girl to save his own skin?
I feel like they pussied out a bit there...
Hm, dunno. I kind of liked that she killed herself when she saw her fucked-up face, if only because it made his whole rescue attempt completely futile. Which is why you NEVER go back for people; let them escape their own damn selves, just like you had to.
I love horror, but I totally (I just mistyped it "titally") agree with giggleloop about gory movies, that's why I didn't see Hostel or the sequel. (i seriously just started mistyping that "sexquel"--I think i need to stop trying to type now)
You said "Sexqeul." Awesome.
As for the gore, that doesn't really bother me all that much, or at least not usually. Hostel 2 had the first gore effect that I've seen in awhile that's made me go, "Daaaaamn."
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