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Happy 7th of July everybody!
Between The Buried and Me – The Parallax Hypersleep Dialogues
Between the Buried and Me is an exciting thing. Wildly aggressive with flashes of melody in a semi-pretentious prog rock shell you say? Was this custom made for nerds who like buying old Nintendo 64’s just to play Starfox while blitzed on hash? I’d like to think the answer to this question is a resounding “Maybe!”
So let’s take a look at their newest effort, a 3 song, 30 minute romp through whatever sort of wooded area it is they like to romp through. It’s called The Parallax Hypersleep Dialogue. The album should’ve been called “Just Random Words.”
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Splice
Splice was dead in the water before it even got a chance to swim/mutate and develop gills so as to avoid drowning. A bizarre concept combined with an awful marketing campaign destined the movie to go down in violent flames and that it did, nearly taking Adrien Brody’s super nose with it. It’s an unfortunate occurrence too, because the flick actually has some really good ideas working for it that most people didn’t even know were gonna be in play thanks to the commercial and poster work. Let’s go the quick and pointless route.
Luchadores
Real men wear masks while smoking cigars.
DDP is the Best Around
Your Kaiju of the week is…
King Ghidorah! Or Ghidrah! Or however you prefer you spelling! IT’S GHIDRAH THOUGH IF YOU WANT TO BE ACCURATE AND STILL LIVE WITH YOUR PARENTS.
Man, King Ghidorah is fucking swank. Ghidrah. Ghiorrgdadadfa.
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Sleepaway Camp 2: Unhappy Campers
The economy is failing, the unemployment rate continues to climb and my pizzais too hot to eat at the moment. God, I can’t stand it. I’m just so hungry, my body famished from a night of drinking Moosehead beer and a vodka so cheap that I never did see any identifying markers on the label that gave a clue to what the product’s name was. So I wait. I wait for the pizza, half burnt by the oven, to cool. It’s all I have left. That and Sleepaway Camp 2: Unhappy Campers. I guess I’ll review it while my world crumbles around me.
Sleepaway Camp
Should the time come that a person wants to graphically murder me, I hope that we some how end up having our final confrontation at a camp. I would be afraid for my continued existence obviously, but I think the pure rush of running cabin to cabin as an axe wielding malcontent gives chase would be enough to make me think I haven’t wasted my life. Murder at a camp, it just seems so wholesome in this day and age of drunk Italians yelling at each other and Anthony Weiner’s junk.
?Sleepaway Camp helped form this calming effect, and so it deserves a look. Not a very long one though, as I’ve seen it roughly 2 billion times (This is not an estimate) and have no desire to go down that road again anytime soon. Quick and lazy? Quick and lazy. Warning: I am spoiling everything.
The Fall Of Minor Celebrities
Fall of Minor Celebrities? Sure, let’s go ahead with it.