Drains. Blood swirls into drains. Monsters come out of drains.
Drains.
Shutting the refrigerator door. Whenever you shut the refrigerator door there is a large guy with a knife standing behind it. I always see this coming and think that just once, there should be a large guy with a knife in the refrigerator. The only thing you ever find in the refrigerator is a severed head.
Along these same lines: one should never shower in a movie unless there’s unambiguously sensual musical accompaniment, in which case it’s probably okay. But for heavens sake, DO NOT, under any circumstances, wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror. Also, while checking your appearance in the medicine cabinet or full-length bathroom mirror, NEVER EVER reach out and shift the mirror’s angle sideways by about 30 degrees.
And if you’ve been given any reason to suspect that you may be in a Charles Band film, don’t use the toilet either, because there will be evil puppets in it.
Before or After?
Yeah, like “Family Man.”
What?
Puppets. Puppets are the most evil there is.
Nah, it’s being a soldier in a war movie and showing the hero a photograph of your wife and kids.
And let’s not even mention being a minor character in a war movie who is also a minority (Black, Asian, Christian Missionary, etc.)
I was chuckling along pretty heartily with this thread until this… then I just lost it outright.
My new pet name.
How about your car stopping dead in the middle of nowhere and you can’t get it stared again. Say, out where there’s cornfields. And weird lights in the sky.
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of these movies. So why do I love things like the South Park episode “The Wacky Molestation Adventure” (which parodies Children of the Corn, Logan’s Run, Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (the only one in this whole list that I’ve seen), the Star Trek episode “Miri”, and several other movies?) Is it because the cliches are so well-known in popular culture?
And a cropduster dusting crops where there are no crops.
Nah. Scariest thing is secret conspiracies to spread untruths.
Y’know, Fnord of the Lies kinda stuff.
A barking doggy
An abandoned house
A hitch-hiker…
A bad haiku…
In the house I grew up in, you could dial your own number, hang up the phone, and when someone picked up you could pick up and talk to them.
That should have been: “In the house I grew up in, you could dial your own number, hang up the phone, and the phone would ring. When someone picked up you could pick up and talk to them.”