An American Werewolf in Paris

I really enjoyed this movie. I watch a great amount of very stupid horror movies, since my dad seems to actually enjoy them. I'm not sure why. But my mom had something to do with this movie choice, and I actually sat and watched this whole movie. It was pretty gory, since the werewolves only ate the hearts of their victims, but they enjoyed tearing their body parts off. Their victims turned into these undead zombie people that were only visible to the werewolves. They'd only die when the werewolf who killed them was killed. The werewolf graphics were obviously below the level that they are now, but they did a pretty good job for a 90s film. And the undead people were, in my opinion, excellent. Especially when that one girl's eye popped out. I thought that was hilarious... The suspense is wonderful. You don't know who they're going to kill next, and it gets even worse when you realize the movie makers didn't list the American's friend[s] in the 'Do Not Kill' list. Like I said, I really enjoyed this film, and I think if you're spending the night in and you have Netflix, you should most definitely look this movie up.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

I finally was able to watch the movie last night, after having finished the book a couple weeks ago. And it was perfect. Jonathan Pryce was a perfect Mr. Dark. There was more depth in the book [obv.], but the movie did a really good job of getting the meat of it. A lot of the scarier stuff in the book was left out, and Mr. Dark's death was different. There was a few subtle differences here and there [such as Mr. Halloway smoked in the movie but not in the book], and these were mostly done to save time and keep the movie flowy smoothly. It was wondeful. I was pretty surprised when I read the book, because I mostly associate Ray Bradbury with sci-fi, and I'm not too fond of that. I've read The Illustrated Man and Farenheit 451, and I liked Farenheit 451 ok, but I detest The Illustrated Man. I don't like depressing books, and that book seriously depreses me. This one, however, was like a little pink cupcake covered with bat-shaped sprinkles. I will definitely being reading (and watching) it again.

Coraline

So I finished Neil Gaiman's novella Coraline at 10:03 a.m. today. The time really isn't important, I'm just putting it in here because I know the exact time and I find that intriguing. I'm not sure what I like better, the movie or the book. The movie was much more colorful [Coraline had blue hair!], and the other mother seemed to take more time to get Coraline to like her. The book, however was much deeper, and Coraline actually worked out in words that getting everything you want is boring. The game she played with the other mother in the book was more frightening, I think, than the game in the movie. My one problem with the book was the fact that the other mother created a "better" world for Coraline, but once Coraline got there, it seemed like she didn't try to impress or please her. In the movie she had Coraline coming back again and again, even wanting to become a part of the other world for a little while. But in the book Coraline didn't want to have anything to do with it; she found it interesting but she wanted to go home. The cat was just as amazing in the book as he was in the movie, I was thrilled about that. And though I liked Wybie, he would have been totally unnecessary in the book so I'm glad he was just a movie addition. And the corridor was a lot freakier in the book than the movie. I think hidden things that you never see and never find out what they are are deliciously terrifying.