Escape from LA: big, dumb, loud, stupid, crappy special effects, terrible acting, utterly non-sensical. I hate this movie with the blinding passion of ten-thousand suns.
Pulp Fiction: maybe if I’d seen it in the theater when it was new I’d feel differently; the big screen seems to weave a spell over me (Escape from LA excepted). But I didn’t, I rented it and could not see what the hype was about.
Beloved: The Color Purple meets The Exorcist. When I’d read that Oprah’s character was haunted by the ghost of her daughter, I’d imagined that was to be taken metaphorically. But when the opening shot of the movie was the family dog being tossed around in the air and Oprah trying to put its eye back in the socket, I knew I was in for more than I’d bargained. In another thread I said the Poltergeist is the only horror movie that’s ever really creeped me out. I’d forgotten about Beloved. My husband was working graveyard at the time I saw this movie, and I hated being alone that night.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy