| everything that freaks me out, the lighthouse beam has just run out, i'm cold as cold as cold can be |
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Blue October--Into the Ocean |
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Oh God, guys, this is it. Somebody finally uploaded a semi-decent copy of Samson and Sally to YouTube.
This is seriously one of the worst contenders of Nightmare Fuel I've ever seen. Ever. It's not charming. It's not sweet. It's not whimsical. It has no redeeming values. It does not stop. It's seventy straight minutes of film that's alternately frightening, bleak, depressing, horrifying, dark, and confusing, and consistently utterly fucked up. Granted, that also kind of describes The Mouse and His Child, but at least that has a happy ending and artistic merit. Samson and Sally has neither.
I lost my play-by-play review of it when the House went down (still sore on that), but I wrote 80% of the TV Tropes notation, so I'll copy-and-paste that here as a description of the most damning offenses. LJ-cut for spoilers, I guess?
( Like whales beneath me, diving down )
So, yeah. Yet another piece in the "Why does Del have terrible nightmares every night?" puzzle. Speaking of which, last night I dreamed I was in Horton Hears a Who, but instead of boiling the dust speck, the kangaroos decided he was an enemy of the state because he knew the terrible secret of the corn and blinded him and I had to lead him to the gallows to be hung and he kept getting hurt and screaming and...you know what, never mind, I think I still have some pomegranate vodka downstairs...enjoy, kids.
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GYROMANCY!
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| yeah, the mortuary, the mortuary, the mortuary is near |
[23 Sep 2009|07:57am] |
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Tiger Lillies--Mortuary |
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Don't miss the last post--nightmare fuel goodness of a most exquisite nature! Right now, though, more snark.
( Yeah, debauchery, debauchery, debauchery is near )
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GYROMANCY!
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