It Was Not A "3D Ride To Hell".

Last night, D. and I watched My Bloody Valentine 3D. We rented the movie at Blockbuster and were given the option of purchasing cardboard 3D glasses, which we took advantage of (at fifteen cents a piece, no biggie). I don't know if it was Blockbuster's glasses or my tiny t.v. but the 3D effect was lost to us. Still, as D. said, "We've seen worse." I can't say I understand what the hype is about this movie. It was good but in my opinion it was not "the best 3D horror film of all time" as the box claimed "the best 3-D horror film ever made" as the quote on the box from Devin Faraci at CHUD.COM claimed.

It does star hunky Jensen Ackles from the CW Television Network's Supernatural which is an entertaining show not just for its hunky leads. In my opinion, Jensen Ackles is a more than decent actor so I was surprised to see him do a campy horror flick. Not to mention, he doesn't quite pull off that teenaged look, you know? Since he's not teenaged and all? I won't let Jensen get all my ire. Some of the other actors and actresses got their fair share of mocking while we watched the film. I did like that the director filmed some of the scenes from angles reminiscient of other horror movies such as Halloween and Friday the 13th but I don't know if that was on purpose or just a happy accident. I also liked that the movie didn't mess around. Folks started getting the business end of a pick ax almost immediately. The story line (without giving anything away) goes something like this: On Valentine's Day ten years ago, there was an accident in a mine shaft. At first, it looks like the son of the mine owner (played by hunky Jensen Ackles) is to blame because he forgot to bleed the lines. Only two people survive, hunky Jensen Ackles and a guy named Harry Warden. When the bodies of the dead miners are recovered and autopsied, the town is horrified to learn that it wasn't the non bled line that caused the accident. Someone pick axed those miners to death. When all is said and done, Harry Warden gets the blame. Then, Harry dies. The town picks up its pieces and gets on with its life. Fast forward ten years, hunky Jensen Ackles does the prodigal son thing: comes into town, visits his high-school sweetie, pisses off her husband, you know the drill. It just happens to be the ten year anniversary of the Harry Warden killings and lo and behold! Yes, the killer is on the loose again despite being dead and hunky Jensen Ackles is the only one who can stop him!!

This movie is fun. I do wish the 3D effect had not been lost because I think that would have heightened my enjoyment of it.
Off topic, I thought it was funny last night when I was recounting to D. much of what I put in my post yesterday and she said, "I hope you have a better week." as she was leaving. Up until then, I hadn't thought of it as being a bad week. I regret being so fractious and I hope I didn't ruin her good time last night. It is a blessing to have friends like D. (and now Inky! and the group I knit with on Thursday nights!) who are also women and who I hope understand that I spend so much time with Axl that when I post, e-mail or hang out with other women I word vomit. Axl is an amazing man. His patience, understanding and love for me are beyond fair so what I'm about to say is not a slam nor is it something I want to be construed as sexist. It takes women to understand women and men to understand men. I think of Axl and I as friends as well as lovers. We are there for one another 24/7 and I find it amazing that we aren't gnawing our arms and legs off trying to get away from one another more. I'm very proud of how we treat one another. I think one of the things we do that helps keep that gah! feeling in check is to spend time with our friends occasionally and give each other the night off. When I hang out with other women, it is a treat be understood intrinsically. I can be however I am in that moment without worrying overmuch that I am freaking anyone out. If I'm feeling bitchy, the women I know are right there with me saying, "Bitch on." Well, not really, but you get the idea. The majority of the men I know like to fix what's wrong, which is a terrific and heroic quality, but sometimes the only thing that is wrong is that I haven't talked a subject to death. In essence, my friends give Axl a break from my jaw jacking (Ha ha. Get your mind out of the gutter. While you're at it, rescue mine out of there too.). When I hang out with my women friends, we bitch, we laugh, we eat too much pizza and the next day all is right with the world again. So, I want to say thanks for that ladies! And Axl, thank you for not losing patience even though I know you want to sometimes. You've been extremely patient as I relearn how to manage my life, stress level and time. You are all more than just my port in a storm (*snicker*) and I hope you know that. I'm a lucky girl.