You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Criss Angel is a Douchebag” at pinkraygun.com.
Thank you!
An excerpt:
“The best and most satisfying scene in this ep for me was the one where the brothers dither in the motel room. It’s like old times, with Sam at his laptop and Dean pacing around. They’re talking about death, and whether they will grow old doing what they do. Dean, of course, is sure that he will die before he gets old, and would rather go out in a blaze of glory than toddle along, shuffling to the beat of the good times that once rolled beneath the wheels of the Impala. Sam, on the other hand, thinks that maybe they shouldn’t grow old doing this, and I got the feeling that he’s pretty adamant about it.”
My review of the movie My Bloody Valentine is now posted at Pink Raygun, and it’s called “The Insanity that Coal Dust Makes.” Enjoy!
An excerpt:
“Outside of the fact that, overall, no one seems to be initiating a man hunt for the killer (everyone just goes blithely about their business of existing in a town that’s crumbling around them), when confronted with the killer, people tended to do what all horror movie characters do, and that is to start running, heading for the one spot where they would be dead-ended, and the only way out means they have to get past the killer. In this movie, that’s the Hanniger Mine. This town is obsessed with its mine, and when in doubt or on the run, instead of hiding in a culvert, a ditch, or up a tree in the deep, cloaking darkness of a Pennsylvania forest, everyone heads there. But that’s because the mine is where the killer is, don’t you know, and because there seems to be some insanity brought on by too much coal dust that gives everyone the blind sense of a homing pigeon, home is Mine Shaft #5. Alas. Everyone reaps what their stupidity has sowed. But, since this is what horror movies are all about, I can’t hardly complain when the movie does exactly what it’s supposed to.“
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Family Remains” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
“The opening scene with the brothers rates pretty high. In it, Dean is perusing the paper, for a gig, and up Sam pops from the back seat to inquire as to what Dean is doing. The questions from Sam are muted and sleepy; the thought of him trying to snooze in the back of the Impala does pleasant things to me and awakens all kinds ideas, chief among them is how exhausted both boys must be, the thought of Sam’s long legs trying to fit back there, and how if he couldn’t convince Dean to stop at a motel for the night so soon after their last gig (only hours in the past, we’re told), how hard he must have worked to convince Dean to stop at all.”
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “What Is And What Should Never Be” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
There he is, mowing the lawn (badly, I might add), working his ass off on a sunny day, happy as a lark like it’s a gift to get grass dust and clippings on your pants, and to have your ears ringing for hours from the sound of the blade, and the smell of gasoline in your nose and on your fingers. And then, after, sitting on the steps, drinking a beer as he admires his handiwork and the day, and so happy, his smile beaming so brightly that it could burn your retinas if you were to look directly at it. (Luckily we have the filter of film to save us from that messy fate.) It’s all very pretty to look at, but when I think about it, about his joy in the simple act of mowing the freaking lawn, it makes my throat close up a little and I have to look away.
