Day 41. 161 pages, 58,131 words. Phone dead. Didn’t get a chance to write anything all weekend, and that’s not likely to improve in the foreseeable future. Here’s a draft I’d half-written on Saturday.
Let’s start off the possible film-review session with one I watched with Mrs. Hatboy on Friday night.
We also watched Machete Kills, but let’s leave that for now.
We pulled out a big box of “fifty horror classics” DVDs, and randomly watched the first one on side 1 of disc 1, which happened to be Carnival of Souls.
So, did you know M. Night Shyamalan totally ripped The Sixth Sense off from this classic? Oh, and we all thought he was such a mastermind!
In this decidedly bizarre and ancient movie, before professional acting was actually a big deal or all that competitive, an innocent bit of vintage drag-racing goes bad and some girls die. One survivor goes on to have a wacky adventure in Utah where she becomes a church organist. And then gets chased into the abyss by laughing chalk-faced goons.
It really raises more questions than it answers, but the main point I took from it was that Shyamalan is a plot-stealing hack and reboots are even more rampant in Hollywood than we’d originally thought.
To be continued.