Not a movie thread, but real estate. If you had to move into one of the following, which do you think would best be accommodated to a quiet home life?
The House of 1,000 Corpses
The House of Flying Daggers
The House of Wax
The House of Glass
The House of Dracula
The House of Shame
Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors
Sorry, the Houses of Mirth and Seven Gables aare already taken.
Any of those would be better than Big Mama’s House!
Probably the House of Shame, although I’m embarrassed to say it.
Do I get to run the House of Wax? I can think of quite a few dips who could use becoming one in the fullest sense…
And of course, the Houses of 1,000 Dances, Rising Sun, and Pancakes. Yeah, I want to monopolize both the all-night debauchery AND breakfast…
What about Dr. Tongue’s 3D house of Pancakes?
“Would you like some more syrup?”
Myself, I think I’d opt for Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors. I think after a few months, Dr. Terrors “horrors” would pretty much fade into “annoyances.”
The House of Wax is out; imagine the hot summers, with the walls sliding down the floors! The Houses of Glass and Shame would pretty much coincide. I will not go into details.
My reflexes aren’t quick enough anymore to survive in the House of Flying Daggers for more than a few days. “Ouch! Dammit.” The House of 1,000 Corpses? I guess it depends how big a house it is, how long the corpses have been there, and if they’re scattered about or all in one area. In a huge McMansion, I think they could be dealt with. But one of those little “trinity houses” from the 19th century? You’d be tripping over them on the way to the bathroom every night.
<Homer>
“So I said to him, ‘If this was a REAL house of pancakes, HOW COME I CAN’T EAT THE WALLS?’”
</Homer>
Animal House?
a 24/7 party pad!
Well, I’m putting in a good word for the House of Dracula. Like the House of Way-Too-Many Horrors, after a while, Vlad and I would come to an understanding and then it’s just the typical roomate hassles. I’m not overly fond of mirrors anyway, and it would be nice to have someone to talk to in the middle of the night when I don’t feel like sleeping. And I wouldn’t have to worry about him drinking my milk straight from the carton.
The House of Shame–wouldn’t that just be your basic Catholic household? My friend grew-up in the House of Guilt–he’s Jewish and never even pretended he was going to be a doctor. ;j
The trouble with Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors is that (according to the film, at any rate) it’s a pack of Tarot cards. Bit cramped for my taste.
I have no sense of embarrassment, and I don’t throw stones, so the House of Glass is fine by me. (Besides, the neighbours will be putting nice thick screens all around it, first time I take a shower.)
I could dig living in the House of Blues. But out of the list you gave, I guess I could kick it with Dracula. As long as I brought him the occasional victim and he left my friends alone. Plus, I bet he could bring home all kinds of hot chicks. Renfield would have to live in the guest house though.
The House of Mirth
The House of Yes
House of Games
I could live with all of these… 