I’ve never really been a fan of horror films; they don’t scare me (never have, never will), and most of the time, they are kind of dumb. But I’m generally up for any flick that is willing to subvert its horror leanings and produces an emotionally relevant and satisfying story.
“Let the Right One In (2008),” directed by Tomas Alfredson, more than fulfills both requirements to get me to watch. The fact that it’s a good movie too… that’s just gravy.
On Thursday, I stumbled upon a new serial TV show on Youtube called “The Ennead.” I’m not really sure how that’s pronounced, or what it means, but the title was close enough to “The Aeneid,” my favorite Classical epic, to get me to click on it.
Five people wake up in the woods; it’s cold, but most of them are wearing jackets. They all know English, and how to speak, but they don’t remember anything, except waking up. Interspersed with the present are unsettling flashbacks; they all more or less knew each other, and in the present, some of them can feel that they should know each other, but nothing’s clear, to them or to us.
It’s an old fashioned serial film and from what I’ve seen, the show has a lot in common with “Lost,” (I’ve already matched the cast to those characters – I see a Kate, Jack, Sawyer, Sayid and Faraday) but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. At two episodes in, I’m intrigued enough to write about it.
I hope the creator can keep the good times coming; I can forgive less-than-stellar effects, and I hope the five-minute-long episode format will help the story alone and not impede it.
Check it out when you get the chance; new episodes air every Thursday.
I can freely admit that I have little-to-no interest in seeing “Terminator: Salvation,” the fourth Terminator film set to hit theaters this summer, but I did have a perverse desire to watch “Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines,” the ugly stepchild of the pack (so far).
The film totally, completely deserves that reputation. But, even though T3 is not on par with its predecessors, it’s not awful. Shocker.
Through the years, I’ve had an on-again, off-again relationship with “Star Trek.” I’ve been through periods where I obsessively watch episodes EVERY SINGLE DAY for months, and then not watch anything related to it for years. And so on; I’m a geek, and one with hyper-focus, and by now that’s probably no secret to anyone reading this.
I also go through periods of watching the movies, and while I’ve seen most of them, I’ve made a point of skipping 1 and 5, universally recognized as the worst in the bunch. But I’m taking the plunge. I’ve seen the good, now it’s time to embrace the bad.