May as well start early

Am I a horrible human being because my first thought when I walked into the Skyway this morning was, "Fucking bell ringers!"? I don't think so because they are just another reminder of the cacophony of bullshit I'll be forced to listen to for the next month. KDWB did a full day of their self-congratulatory Christmas Wishes on Monday and I just got a headache. I hate that people who have been broke every other day this year are suddenly freaking out about how they are going to get through the holidays. I'm broke and I will tell you how I am going to do it. By being just as cheap and penny-pinching as I've been every other day this year. Maybe I'll send out holiday cards, maybe I won't. If I have the time, patience, energy, and yarn (well, I know I have the yarn), the Babies might get some hats and purses, but even that's not guaranteed.

Why am I ranting about Christmas? I don't even celebrate. I'm letting it go right now.

Today feels like a Thursday. It should feel like a Friday since it's on the edge of a long weekend, but it's got that long, bleak Thursday feel. I was thiiiiiiis close to calling in this morning, but then figured why bother. I'd just sit at home all day watching court shows and hating my neighbors.

I got adventurous this weekend and busted out the old video cassette recorder to watch movies. Well, I didn't actually have to bust it out since I have a DVD-recorder/VCR combo. So I guess I busted out the old VHS tapes is more like it. All my podcast listening has really reignited my love of horror movies which I think has been sorely damaged by the ass sandwiches modern horror serves up.

First, I watched the TV-edit of Halloween. You may or may not know that when it aired on television back in the day, they added a couple extra scenes to pad out the running time. Neither of the scenes is integral, but they do add a bit of background to the Loomis/Michael story. So yeah I watched that and totally loved it, especially since even the video is in Widescreen (as all movies should be). One of these days I'm gonna do my own little recap of that movie.

I followed that up with Creepshow which I hadn't seen in ages and kind of forgot I owned until I went to put Halloween back. That movie is so much fun. It features five stories in the vein of the old E.C. Comics, all written by Stephen King. Lots of awesome big names in it before big names demanded no-kill clauses if they deigned to be in a horror film. Lastly, I viewed one of my old staples, Terror in the Aisles which is a sort of horror clip show hosted by the awesome that is Donald Pleasance and Nancy Allen. I still don't recognize a few of the films featured and it's debatable whether some of the ones that are should be considered horror (looking at you, Marathon Man), but I do love that little flick. I almost lost it to a tape-eating VCR once, but we are still together.

Okay, my breaks over. Back to watching the clock and counting the minutes. Later, turkeys.

Dark Horror

I'm listening to an older episode of the Splattercast right now (43) and one of the guys just said the craziest thing. He was reading off the DVD releases (for September 2007) and came across the listing for Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horror. This sparked a smidge of discussion on 'urban horror.' For those who don't know, these are kind of the horror equivalent of Tyler Perry movies. They are (usually) straight-to-DVD horror movies with largely black casts set in black neighbhorhoods with similar themes to every other horror movie. They tend to be fairly low-budget and feature at least one rapper and a bunch of actors you've either never heard of or haven't heard from in a very long time. I haven't seen a lot of them. In fact, I think Snoop Dogg's Bones is the only one I've actually paid good damn money to see. I'm on a little horror kick (too many to watch, so little time), so perhaps I'll add some of these to my Netflix queue.

Aaaaaaanyway. The tripped out thing is that one of the guys said he didn't think black people watched a lot of horror movies. Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Now, I know I've never been a perfect representation of what black people like, but I do know that black folks like to get their scare on. They didn't set two Leprechaun movies in the Hood for nothin'.

Besides the numerous 'urban' horror films, black people are regular connoisseurs of all sorts of horror. I mean, my love for the genre had to start somewhere. Unlike kids today, there was no parental control on our cable box so I could watch all the Freddy, Michael, and Jason I wanted. Nobody checked IDs at the ticket counter to make sure you could see a film. It wouldn't have mattered much if they had because I didn't have to watch movies sneakily. My mother didn't give a crap. (Except that one time we wanted to watch this Richard Pryor special on cable and she wouldn't let us and I smart-mouthed that "we get to hear [the bad language] at home anyway" and.....I don't remember much else after that, but that might explain my split personality.)

Our family watched The Exorcist together for chrissakes! My mother owned Cannibal Holocaust (I did watch that one on the sly). We all went next door to our neighbor's house to watch Friday the 13th Pt. 2 when I was 11. That shit had me sleeping with my light on for a month!

There was a basis for the Jada Pinkett and Omar Epps characters in Scream 2. We are the ones who have a reputation for yelling at the screen and cussing out stupid bitches running up the stairs when things get too intense. Go to a horror movie on opening weekend and mixed in with the pimply faced suburban white kids are a good number of us baggy pantsed urban dwellers. You know who rents all those horror remakes and sequels and reimaginings? My sister and folks just like her!
Simply put, just because blacks aren't very well represented in horror films, doesn't mean they aren't watching them.

The Real Housewives of Crazyville

I should be doing something productive with my night off (like LAUNDRY), but I made chili and sat down to eat and flipped through the channels. I happened across Bravo and found The Real Housewives of Atlanta. This show is a freakin' trainwreck that I cannot look away from. I have mentioned this before here. It's 5 women who are married or divorcing professional athletes or other types of men with money. They spend lots of money and bicker like junior high school girls. One of the episodes tonight featured 3 of the five women and their husbands going out to dinner. Bitchy NeNe (she's the one who looks like New York's mom) got blasted and sang a mean awesome song about Kim (the white woman with the Barbie hair). She called her out on her delusional country music aspirations and her claims that she is only 29. Later, Kim and Sheree (the one who's trying to bury her husband in the divorce) go to a botox appointment (Sheree is only there to support "29-year-old" Kim) and Sheree tells her about NeNe's song. Kim gets all pissy.

On another day, Kim, Sheree, and one of the other ladies go shopping for overpriced underwear at some fancy shop (where Kim unfortunately reveals that she doesn't wear panties...eekeeeww!). NeNe and DeShawn (the one who runs some kind of foundation) show up and NeNe gets the cold shoulder. Kim and Sheree go to lunch where they are meeting Dallas Austin to talk about Kim's singing career. You see, earlier Kim had gone to see a vocal coach at Dallas's recommendation. The coach lady told her she didn't know anything about singing and making music, much to Kim's chagrin. She tells Dallas all about how the woman is asking her questions like she's at the doctors office. Apparently at some point the coach asked Kim how to spell 'cat' and Kim said "K-A-T". Seriously.

Anyway, while they're eating DeShawn calls Kim and Kim just hangs up on her because she's hanging out with NeNe. DeShawn thinks the call got dropped and calls back and leaves a message. Now, you must realize that Sheree is totally stoking this Kim vs. NeNe thing. Every other sentence is about how NeNe has no class and is a miserable person. Sheree kind of sucks. Meanwhile Kim sneers at the homemade guacamole that the waiter makes at their table. Kim: "He just made that in a rock! That can't be sanitary." Class is in session and Kim dropped out of school.

Oh, at another point. Kim and Sheree are sitting in Kim's car sipping wine or champagne and listening to Kim's song. It is atrocious, but Sheree (being a good friend) lies and tells Kim she has a beautiful voice. Sheree really kind of sucks. Then Kim drunk-drives off. Later, Kim goes into the studio with Dallas. The look on his face when she starts to sing is fucking priceless. If I had cats they'd have all leapt out the windows after the first note. He lets her finish and plays it back for her and you actually see it dawning on her that all those people at the karaoke bar have been lying to her. I loved it! She still thinks she can be a country singer. I think even country music fans will have none of that.

Ultimately, Kim sends a break-up text to NeNe about how she's not a real friend and she should stay out of Kim's life.

Dramaaaaaaa!

There's another episode on now in which Sheree tries to start a fashion line (with her soon-to-be-ex's duckets) and DeShawn tries to bring everybody together by throwing a barbecue. I must say DeShawn tries to play the innocent, but I think she's an instigating little sneak. When NeNe was singing the song, she claims she had no idea it was about Kim, but she was just laughing at how funny it was. I also call b.s. on her thinking that call was dropped. And the barbecue seems like a way for her to set up a little drama.

Just now she and The One Whose Name I Forget (she's the real estate agent) were shopping at some fancy store. DeShawn is married to some Cleveland Cavalier and TOWNIF is married to an injured football player. DeShawn comments on how she pretty much doesn't have to work because her husband has a guaranteed contract while TOWNIF's money isn't guaranteed. That might explain why TOWNIF has a career separate from her husband. (I just found out TOWNIF is Lisa.) The barbecue is starting. Instead of Kim and Sheree just telling DeShawn they can't come, they snub her. You see this is why they are bitches. DUDE, this show is CRACK!

Oh, speaking of crack, another reality show I love is Keyshia Cole: The Way It Is. Ms. Cole is an R&B star with a jacked-up family life. Her mother is a former(?) crackhead who had all 9 of her children taken from her at various points. Keyshia (and at least one of her brothers) were adopted by a upper middle class family and Keyshia went on to become relatively famous. The rest of the family has struggled, at least the ones we see on the show. The brilliant thing about this show is how the mom doesn't want to acknowledge how her freakin' crack habit had fucked up her kids. Keyshia has one sister who is the mother of three and in the process of divorcing her husband who cheated on her with one of her cousins (D-O-G!). Last season, she learned she was pregnant and was contemplating terminating the pregnancy. Unbelievably, CrackMama tries to talk her out of it by saying, "I never aborted none of my kids! I kept all of y'all." She fails to add "...until the State took you away from me." That was probably the most depressing thing I saw all year.

Anyway, it's back on this season and I need to know if she is going to keep the baby and if Keyshia has found out who her birth father is (surprise! CrackMama isn't sure) and if CrackMama is maybe still on that shit and who are all those other people running around.

I've gone on too long and the season finale of "Housewives" will be on soon. I need to refuel my cracklighter.

Update: Dallas has basically just told Kim that he isn't interested if she isn't willing to put down the Newports and actually work on her singing. I get the impression Kim thinks she can go into the studio and bay at the moon and they'll "fix" everything in post-production like they do for Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson. Except I have to believe there is a teeny bit of a base there. I'm not saying either is a good singer, but I think they have better voices, youth, and real ambition behind their careers. Kim just has Big Papa, her super-secret boyfriend. So I lied above because she's not married or divorced from an athlete. She's actually not a housewife. She's a kept 'ho.

Oh, and NeNe just found out that the man she thought was her father is actually not her biological father. NeNe sucks, but I feel pretty bad for her. And Lisa's injured husband is now uninjured and going to play for the Oakland Raiders. Gossip: Lisa and this guy have only been married for a few years. Apparently, she was married to R&B smooth man Keith Sweat and has two other kids...that don't appear on the show. Right now, that black guy who was on (won?) Project Runway a couple of seasons ago is telling Sheree all the reasons her fashion designer idea is jacked up. He calls her on being a lazy rich housewife who thinks starting a fashion line is a piece of cake, but much nicer than that. I'm pretty sure Bravo is paying him to be here.

This episode is messed up. All of their little hopes and dreams are being dashed. I kind of love it (except the NeNe thing which is actually for real sad).

Oooooooooooh! It's gonna get deep next week. They're doing the reunion. There is finger wagging and BarbieGirl Kim apparently claimed she had cancer which pisses Lisa off. It's ON! I shouldn't like this, yet another show about women being mean and catty towards one another, but damn! Crack, I tell you. CRACK!!!

Classsssssic? Not so fast.

As I may have mentioned before, I'm in love with podcasts now. I can barely get any reading done because I am always listening to podcasts now. There are many geeky horror fans out there who like to hear themselves pontificate on the virtues of horror, so geeky horror fans who like to listen to other geeks have lots to choose from. And a lot of them are Canadian or at least 3 of the ones I like have at least one Canadian involved. Midwesterners are represented as well and then there are the boys of Bloody Good Horror who reign from all over, but seem to largely reside on the East Coast.

Anyway, yesterday, I listened to Drunken Zombie's Friday the 13th episode and the guys brought up something that got me to thinking. One of them asked his fellow podcasters if they had seen any of the Fridays (not to be confused with unfunny Ice Cube vehicles) in the theater. None of them (I believe there are 4) could remember doing so and when I thought about it neither could I. Outside of Freddy vs. Jason, I don't believe I saw any of the Fridays on the big screen and I only saw that because it was free (thanks, D! sometimes I miss your job at Shinder's). While I rushed to the theater to see the latest Michael Myers vehicle--including Rob Zombie's shit stain of a film--and I saw all of the Elm Streets up to 4 at the little cinema on 66th & Broadway just outside of Gary, Indiana, Jason just never made me anxious to see his next flick. I'm old and my memory fails me at times, so I may be mis-remembering but I'm pretty sure of my facts. Jason hasn't ever held the appeal for me that Michael or Freddy have. I mean, I paid good money--we're talking ticket, popcorn, Cherry Coke, probably some Twizzlers) to see Halloween: Resurrection! Yet I could barely make it through a Netflix of Jason X. Glad that DVD had a 'jump to kill' special feature. I wouldn't have wanted to miss the frozen face smash.

Then today, I listened to Splattercast 36 in which two of the guys debated whether the original Friday the 13th (the one with SPOILER!!! Betsy Palmer doing the killing) is a classic horror film. It's a rather interesting argument, even if it's largely subjective. I mean, who determines what a classic is? What sort of criteria defines a classic? For that matter, how do you define horror? Does Silence of the Lambs count? What about Jaws? The Sixth Sense? That's a whole nother debate.

So anyway, Jeff was saying it is a classic because it sets up everything that eventually comes in the later sequels with the Jason (his brief appearance at the end), the counselors, Camp Crystal Lake, promiscuity = death, etc. Matt is saying that the first film wasn't very good, but has gained revered status based largely on the popularity and iconography of Jason Voorhees and the later sequels. I have to say I kind of agree with Matt on this. While I enjoy, Friday the 13th, like most people I immediately think of Jason (and because he was my first, I think of Jason from Pt. 2 with the burlap sack on his head), not Pamela Vorhees and her woolie sweater. Likewise, when I think of an awesome Final Girl, I think of Pt. 2's smart, resourceful, ass-kicker Jenny (she even tops Laurie Strode in my book), not Alice. Maybe that's because Alice had to fight an old lady while Jenny was fighting a crazy, hillbilly dude. Alice put up the good fight, but Jenny not only physically fought, but used her wit and intelligence to battle her tormentor.

So I think Friday the 13th is indeed a classic series. Even most non-horror fans know about the series and can identify Jason Vorhees in a line-up (if he isn't wearing the sack that is), but the original by itself might likely have disappeared into oblivion had it not been for the sequels that followed. Or maybe not since it does contain Kevin Bacon no matter how hard he tries to ignore it.

Rant: Suck it up, Bacon! You think Johnny Depp is ashamed of A Nightmare on Elm Street? He even had the balls to come back in one of the crappier sequels. That's a real man. We know you are a fine actor, but if you can be unembarrassed enough to do a commentary track for freakin' Footloose (which I own so I know that you did indeed do that), then you can at least answer one or two interviewer questions about your tiny role in a little horror film. It isn't the most shameful thing on your acting resume Mr. She's Having a Baby.

Podcast Hell

Okay, NOTLP, ENOUGH!!! That one guy who insists on making some kind of sexual reference to every single thing anyone says is IRRITATING!!! He’s not funny! How unpopular was he in high school? Guys this foul-mouthed are totally the guys who tried too hard to be cool in high school by swearing a lot and making dirty jokes. Generally, you still wanted to punch them in the face. One person mispronounces pen, his response: “Did you just say ‘penis’?” *gigglegigglegiggle* Ugh! This podcast would be a lot more fabulous if he would shut the hell up some of the time. I just listened to their Invisible Man episode in which they barely talk about the Invisible Man. They have news and STVRR which take up additional time, but when they finally get around to discussing the movie, they make a handful of jokes about the hokey dialogue and then it’s all about having sex with the old lady from Titanic and why Kevin Bacon’s Hollow Man was more believable because he was a rapist or something. Whatever! Their 'cast are fun to listen to if you can tune out that one dude, but because he's also an obnoxious, loud, overtalker, it's pretty hard to tune him out. I only recently resubscribed, but I don't know if I can take it. More Andy, less…that guy!

Daily Jezzie: Baby Got Back

Jezebel posted about an article from Salon.com in which a black female writer praises Michelle Obama's behind. Reading the comments, I was surprised at the number of negative reactions. Some seem really dismissive and reductive, like snarks about not being told one had to be black to have a big butt. We get it! Black woman aren't the only ones with big butts. No duh! However, hair issues and body image issues are indeed present among black woman and the writer of the article, a black woman, is writing about it. For this writer to say in an article that Michelle's physical appearance is a source of pride and reassurance isn't something that should be dismissed. It is so rare for ANY woman to see someone who comes close to looking like her is cause for celebration. We have been inundated for years now with bony bitches who look like the sight of a sandwich will make them pass out. Why not praise Mrs. Obama's "fuller" figure. And even that kind of cheeses me off because, really? That's full-figured, America? I guess it's better than J.Lo. And to imply that her appearance isn't gonna change anything is forgetting that a First Lady's fashion sense could have an impression (hellooooo, Jackie O, anyone?) The excerpts in Jezzie's post in no way imply that Michelle Obama isn't also intelligent; it just shows an appreciation for her on a different level. And since this same site felt the need to post pictures of a shirtless Mr. Obama surfing a few months ago, it seems a bit hypocritical to go crowing against making comments on this intelligent person's physical appearance.

Is Dick Wolf afraid he's getting cancelled?

Tonight's episode of SVU combines not one, not two, but THREE recent headlines into one episode. First a "homeless" schizophrenic man is attacked and set on fire. The squad finds out there is a website, natch, where "Street Cleaners" post videos of themselves beating up homeless people. Turns out some kid did the schizo guy because he thought he'd raped his sister and got her pregnant. But no his sister had purposely gotten pregnant by the guy as part of a pregnancy pact headed by this other girl. This other girl got knocked up by some wack-ass wigger (I hate that word but I imagine that's exactly the word used by whoever wrote this shitty episode had in mind). The wigger character is so incredibly cartoonish it would be funny if it wasn't also maybe a wee bit racist. Everyone is all upset about the pregnancy pact including the mom of schizobaby girl, so the mom goes online pretending to be someone else and says goads the girl into committing suicide. But it turns out that wasn't the case at all. She was actually murdered by her high school boyfriend who was mad because she violated her chastitiy promise. He's going to jail...and to hell! And so are the writers of the horrible episode.

And can I say this episode was Sopranos-orific with at least three actors who were featured on that show, including Charmaine Bucco.

Next week, someone pops a cap in Elliot's ass. Maybe it's Fin!

Okay, I’m listening to an episode of It Came from the Basement and am getting a little annoyed. The guys are discussing Halloween. Actually, in this episode they are discussing the merits of Halloween III: Season of the Witch as a part of the Halloween franchise and as a stand-alone film. They are huge fanboys of the film; mostly it seems because of Tom Atkins, but also because it does have an interesting plot and a semi-creepy story. I personally resisted watching this movie for a looooooong time because of the lack of Michael, but have to admit, I was not wholly disappointed when I finally did watch it. I think as a stand-alone non-Halloween film it works great. The guys talk about how the original idea behind this film was to move the Halloween franchise away from Michael Myers all together (since he had, of course, been burned up real good at the end of the first sequel) by creating unique, individual stories in a sort of Friday the 13th: The Series sort of way, but hopefully actually good. Anyway, I can appreciate that idea, but I think they needed to separate it from the Myer’s Halloween and not use the name. It might have worked if they hadn’t already wet fans’ appetites for more Myers by doing one Michael-based sequel already.

All that isn’t really the reason I’m getting annoyed. What’s annoying me is that one of the guys, Dead Mike, is talking about how Halloween wasn’t really scary. According to him, Michael is “too clean”; he isn’t a “killing machine” like Jason; he’s too “human”. He actually says the thought of Michael as a simple serial killer isn’t scary and states that the lack of a supernatural element to Michael makes him less frightening. That? Makes no sense to me.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a woman and am more likely to die at the hands of a serial killer than your average male or what, but the idea that some dude just up and decides that he wants to kill and gets a big ole knife and goes on the attack scares the crap out of me. I love the fact that there is nothing supernatural about Michael. He isn’t some zombie slaughterer. He’s not massive (like Rob Zombie’s version of him) and he can’t teleport or kill you in your dreams. He’s just a regular guy who happens to be able to take a heck of a lot of abuse. That changes as the franchise progresses which serves to lessen his intensity/fear factor somewhat (coupled with the shitty mask he wears in the later sequels), but the music along with the memories of the original Shape (Dead Mike doesn’t get why he’s called The Shape) still serve to make even the pudgy Michael of Return and Revenge a little scary.

And his “clean” kills don’t bother me one bit. Real people do a fine lot of bad with just their bare hands. Hell, he was 6 when he first grabbed that big knife! While the kills in Halloween II and the subsequent films are more vicious and creative (HOT TUB FACE MELT!), they also turn the character of Michael Myers into more of a cartoon. Outside of wanting Tina to die in Revenge, I never really cheered Michael on and anticipated how he was going to kill. I never thought I was supposed to! With a Friday the 13th or even an Elm Street, one watches and wonders how each person is going to be disposed of. You look for new and different kills. You groan when Jason smacks someone against a tree or when Freddy smashes a girls head into a television (and then it’s labeled a suicide…eek!), but you also giggle because you identify with Jason or Freddy more so than with the vic.

I guess I can’t argue with what amounts to an opinion. Different strokes for different folks and all. See, because just now they both also say The Exorcist isn’t scary, which…whaaa? I kinda don’t get that, but I guess I kinda do. I remember when Jew.Lo and I went to see The Version You Haven’t Seen or whatever at the theatre lo those many years ago, we were both kinda like, “What the heck terrified us so much as a kid?” Then the spiderwalk happened and all the other real Regan possessed stuff and we were both re-fucked up again. For me, I think studying the Bible with demon-believer Jehovah’s Witnesses spurred a lot of my fear as far as that film and The Omen and most other movies about the devil and possession and hauntings are concerned. I’m an agnostic semi-heathen, but I got just enough belief in me to know that if there’s a God, there’s a Devil too.

So I can’t explain why I still will only watch Halloween during the day or with the lights on. Well, I can explain. It’s because I’m kind of a fraidy cat (and I don’t have a horror movie snuggle partner). But I watched The Devil’s Backbone with the lights off and wasn’t terribly frightened. (Off-topic: That is a good, beautifully filmed story, but it isn’t a very scary movie). Meanwhile I watched Inside when there was still some daylight happening with a light on and it scared the bejesus out of me and then I had a nightmare that involved Michael Myers. What’s that about? I guess there’s just no telling what will get someone’s goat.

Obama wins!!!

There I was sitting on my couch, just about to turn the TV off and head to bed, hoping my downstairs neighbor wouldn't turn on his noisy bathroom fan before I'd fallen into Dreamland. I figured I'd go to sleep and wake up tomorrow to really good news or really sad newes. Suddenly I heard a whole lot of yelling and clapping from the apartment below me. After a moment of irritation, I caught my snap and flipped over to CBS to see all of Katie Couric's teeth announcing Barack Obama's win. I flipped over to CNN to be sure and they were showing images of people whooping it up in Grant Park and chanting "OBAMA". I jumped up and down and clapped and threw up the rock horns, and then I burst into tears because this is just so incredibly awesome. I wasn't consistantly watching the news, but flipping back and forth and I was getting a little nervous. I knew he'd win our lovely, great state, but all them southern states and spots like Ohio and Indiana were making me nervous. Now, I'm just overwhelmed and emotional. I am sad that my mother and younger brother aren't here to see this and be a part of this, but I'm so happy for my nieces and nephews and everyone else in this country.

GObama!

I stayed in Halloween night. I watched The Tripper which was alright. A bit too much comedy for my tastes, but it was servicable. It's about a guy dressed as Ronald Reagan who kills hippies. Modern day hippies, one of whom was Jay of Jay and Silent Bob fame. I kinda hate him so knowing he died in it is cool. I missed his kill because I was...doing something else. There weren't a lot of likable characters. Thomas Jane's sheriff character was kinda funny and cool.

On Saturday, I watched The Girl Next Door which was just awful. Implied torture-porn is just as bad as torture-porn in my book. I also watched Black Sheep which was really good. It did a good job of balancing the horror and the comedy and sheep are creepy for real. Later, I met Rebecca and Bean at the CC for beer. Rebecca's new boy showed up. He's cute in a stoner kinda way.

I decided to watch a bunch of the bonus features for some of my favorite movies. I watched the Halloween documentary that came with my 25th anniversary edition which was really good and informative. I also watched the Friday the 13th ones. It's weird how all the horror fans are all crazy for Kane Hodder's Jason when he didn't show up until part 7, but I'm not a Jason fanatic so I kinda don't care who plays him. Also included are interviews with Amy Steel (Jennie from part 2) and the chick who plays Alice. Pretty good. The Nightmare on Elm Street one was really boring. I think Wes Craven takes himself a wee bit too seriously, but I still have a crush on Robert Englund. Despite his Freddie cred, he will kinda always be Willie from V to me.

So that was my Halloween weekend. Pretty boring. Tomorrow I vote.