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As it turned out, the movie channel at home was showing the original The Amityville Horror, so I postponed this review until I'd seen both. I didn't realize Lois Lane from Superman: The Movie was the wife in the original (I couldn't place Margot Kidder as a name in forever), which makes for a nice parallel with the new version where all I knew about the wife was she always has "(Alias)" after her name since that's what she's best known by (point of fact, I still don't know what her name is).
( Here's a nonspoiler review for both versions... )
Outside of my otherwise legitimate review, I think I should add the following amusing anecdotes. Before leaving for home, Carrie mentioned she was going to see Kung Fu Hustle and asked if I wanted to wait to go home until I saw that. I reminded her that I was going to see another movie that night, but this didn't quite take. She asked me again a bit later, as I was packing up stuff in my room. Very calmly, I thanked her, and said, "I have," took her chin in my hand, turned her head to face by Blade: Trinity wallpaper, er poster, and said, "priorities." She giggled and understood at once. It was brilliant.
En route to the theater, Liz C 'treated' me to songs by Constantine, her new favorite on American Idol, which was pretty okay, actually, even if the pictures of him on the cover weren't. It was a good night for a meeting and pseudo-understanding of our respective sex drives. Despite having told her that the loser I liked from Blade: Trinity was in it, Liz C thought Ryan Reynolds was Jason Lee. Either one would have been dreamy, but I had fun making her admit he was pretty cool a couple of times when he was really cruel and awful...or should I say cool and awful. Also, OMG HE HAD HIS SHIRT OFF SO MANY TIMES I NEARLY DIED. Seriously, if I were the girl I'd have been like "What husband?" when this guy came on to me and thrown out the old memories, pictures, hell, even the kids. Forget it, she could make newer, less flabby ones with this guy (much as I loved the older boy, he was a tubby bastard), and even if she didn't/couldn't, she'd still be able to have a lot of mad, mad monkey sex with this guy.
Plus, there was that scene were he was wet and shirtless...wow...
I have, in fact for this occasion, modified his nickname from when I saw Blade; it used to be Ryan "I-want-to-suck-on-any-part-of-his-body-that-he'll-let-me" Reynolds to Ryan "PLEASE-let-me-suck-on-every-inch-of-your-body" Reynolds. Shame that the sex scene focused on the girl instead of him. Then again, seeing dead girls hanging at the foot of your bed can really put a guy off his best performance. Might be a tad difficult for an obvious stud like my main man Ryan to get across that kind of, ahem, problem.
( Here's a nonspoiler review for both versions... )
Outside of my otherwise legitimate review, I think I should add the following amusing anecdotes. Before leaving for home, Carrie mentioned she was going to see Kung Fu Hustle and asked if I wanted to wait to go home until I saw that. I reminded her that I was going to see another movie that night, but this didn't quite take. She asked me again a bit later, as I was packing up stuff in my room. Very calmly, I thanked her, and said, "I have," took her chin in my hand, turned her head to face by Blade: Trinity wallpaper, er poster, and said, "priorities." She giggled and understood at once. It was brilliant.
En route to the theater, Liz C 'treated' me to songs by Constantine, her new favorite on American Idol, which was pretty okay, actually, even if the pictures of him on the cover weren't. It was a good night for a meeting and pseudo-understanding of our respective sex drives. Despite having told her that the loser I liked from Blade: Trinity was in it, Liz C thought Ryan Reynolds was Jason Lee. Either one would have been dreamy, but I had fun making her admit he was pretty cool a couple of times when he was really cruel and awful...or should I say cool and awful. Also, OMG HE HAD HIS SHIRT OFF SO MANY TIMES I NEARLY DIED. Seriously, if I were the girl I'd have been like "What husband?" when this guy came on to me and thrown out the old memories, pictures, hell, even the kids. Forget it, she could make newer, less flabby ones with this guy (much as I loved the older boy, he was a tubby bastard), and even if she didn't/couldn't, she'd still be able to have a lot of mad, mad monkey sex with this guy.
Plus, there was that scene were he was wet and shirtless...wow...
I have, in fact for this occasion, modified his nickname from when I saw Blade; it used to be Ryan "I-want-to-suck-on-any-part-of-his-body-that-he'll-let-me" Reynolds to Ryan "PLEASE-let-me-suck-on-every-inch-of-your-body" Reynolds. Shame that the sex scene focused on the girl instead of him. Then again, seeing dead girls hanging at the foot of your bed can really put a guy off his best performance. Might be a tad difficult for an obvious stud like my main man Ryan to get across that kind of, ahem, problem.
