But I went to see Bubba Ho-Tep tonight.
What a weird movie.
Okay. Imagine Elvis isn't dead. He just Prince and Paupered himself with an Elvis impersonator who had a bad heart. And now he's old and in a rest home with JFK, also not dead, but inexplicably black.
Now imagine a mummy is sucking souls out of the rest home's inmates' assholes.
Yeah. It's like that. It's like Swing Blade meets Buffy. It's Oliver Stone on acid. I don't know what it is.
Oh, wait. Yes, I do know what it is. It's a boy movie. All through the movie, I heard male laughter. There were women in the audience. They didn't laugh. Maybe they smiled wryly and kind of shook their heads (as I did), but they didn't laugh.
It's not great cinema. It's more like, a bunch of buddies got drunk, came up with the "what if Elvis was in a rest home in Mud Creek, Texas?" and said, hey! Let's make a movie! And then, the following weekend, proceeded to get together and do just that. It's worth seeing.
But it's weird. And it has bugs in it. I hate bugs.
Oh, and Somerville Theatre? Hi. Yeah, it's 18° outside, I think it's okay to turn off the AC for a while. It was so damn cold in there, I put my hat and gloves back on. Insane. And you could hear the fan running. The AC there was bad in August; it's worse now...it's sad, but it makes me want to see a move anywhere else but there. I mean, who wants to sit in a movie theatre and freeze to death? My apartment's nice and warm...and the chairs all have actual legroom, too.