She might, according to IGN.com.
I’m not easily spooked; growing up Horror does that to a kid. But when I saw this movie this summer, and that fucking doll came on the screen… There’s just something about dolls, y’know? They’re everywhere, tiny lifeless versions of ourselves.
Lifeless, that is, until Hollywood gets ahold of them, and the next thing you know you’d better watch your back.
It happened with Chucky. It happened in Puppetmaster. And there’s something about Annabelle that’s just… off.
Look at that smug grin. She knows too much.
And hopefully, she’ll be coming to terrorize us again.
From (the sadly defunct?) KnuckleTattoos.com:
“Much to the disappointment and horror of my Mother, I had these done last week.. inspired by one of my favourite films, The Shining. I wanted a tattoo based on the Shining, and I saw SO many ‘Heeere’s Johnny’ tattoos that I thought I wanted something a bit different. So this is what I came up with.
They have had mixed reviews, people who have seen the film absoloutely love them, people who have not seen the film just think I’m gross.
I am a tattooist so my boss at work did them for me, she had neve seen the film so didn’t quite get why I wanted it, until I checked the stencil in the mirror and she saw it said ‘Murder’.
The image on top is how people would see it, saying Red Rum.. However because i only ever see it in mirrors, to me it says Murder.”
We saw this advertised when we went to Evil Dead, and it looks incredible. When’s the last time you heard of a movie with a completely original plot? I can’t wait til May 31st! (Maybe we’ll see it for our anniversary. That would be weird, wouldn’t it.)
I’m not a virgin anymore!
I bought my tickets online, thinking how AMAZING it would be to watch RHPS with Magenta herself, and brought a friend along for the midnight screening. What they didn’t tell me on the website was that not only was Magenta there, but so was a live shadow cast! I got rained on, I got rice in my hair, and I fulfilled my decade-long dream of seeing Rocky live! My face hurt all night from smiling so hard.
Patricia was lovely during the Q&A, genuinely funny and sweet. When someone in the audience asked for advice for aspiring actors, Ms Quinn looked her dead in the eye and said “Don’t dream it, be it.” I may have teared up a bit.
I wasn’t allowed to take pictures, and I didn’t get to keep my ticket stub. But today, when I attended the convention proper, I got something so much better:
I’ve never had a fangirl moment like that before. She spoke to me! She knows my name! I managed to carry on an actual conversation, instead of squeaking unintelligibly like I worried I would. I carried the picture into the crowd like it was made of fine gold, because to me it might as well be.
I’ll show off the other stuff I scored at Shock Stock when the light is better. But I couldn’t wait to share this one with you.
How was your week?
A section of Highbury Ave. was turned into a giant accident scene on Saturday night for the horror film Kingdom Come from London-based Matchbox Pictures.(HANK DANISZEWSKI, The London Free Press)
THEY’RE FILMING A HORROR MOVIE HERE!
Here’s the interesting part: there had been road-closure warnings on this road for a while, saying that the road would be closed from yesterday afternoon until early this morning. However, it seems that none of us outside the production knew it was for a film; most assumed it was for construction. Cue panicked Facebook updates about the 30-car pileup on the road, body bags in the street, requests for prayers for those who perished…
Nope, just a movie set. It’s called Kingdom Come.
From IMDB: “A group of strangers wake up in an abandoned hospital to find themselves stalked by a supernatural force with sinister intentions.”
I’m not sure exactly where the highway scene fits in, but according to our local paper, some of the movie will be filmed in an abandoned Victorian mental asylum located on the grounds of our current Psychiatric Hospital.
I can’t wait to see it all come together. This makes my haunted little heart very, very happy.
This week I got caught up in the wonder that is Netflix. I had some help getting comfy on the couch:
I set up my beautiful new desk.
I watched Rubber, which was nothing short of brilliant.
From IMDB: “When Robert, a tire, discovers his destructive telepathic powers, he soon sets his sights on a desert town; in particular, a mysterious woman becomes his obsession.” I mean, really. You’ve gotta give it a chance: It’s so much better and much more clever than you’d think. Plus, the gore effects are AWESOME.
I’m still reading The Fountainhead, and just made it past That One Scene That Everyone Talks About. Say what you want about Rand’s heavy-handed philosophy: I’m enjoying reading about architecture, which is not what I expected.
I learned about the magic of makeup: Porn Stars With and Without Makeup (everyone’s dressed, it’s not porn-y)
And my husband reminded me of this video, which is filthy, but makes me giggle uncontrollably. You have been warned.
How was your week?
Without him, we wouldn’t have zombies today. We wouldn’t have zombies. WHAT KIND OF WORLD WOULD THAT BE?!
Thank you, Mr Romero, for scaring the bejesus out of generations of horror nerds like me. Happy birthday, sir.
There’s a reason I make words instead of pictures, kids.