Attackers chop off man's 'magic' leg
Associated Press
HYDERABAD, India - Two men attacked an 80-year-old, self-proclaimed holy man in southern India and chopped off his right leg, apparently believing it had magical powers, police said Thursday.
Yanadi Kondaiah, who claimed that those who touched his leg would be cured of illness or have wishes granted, was hospitalized in serious condition after the attack Tuesday, said R. Ravindranath Reddy, a senior police officer.
"We are looking for the miscreants as well as the leg," Reddy told The Associated Press by telephone from the Chittoor district, a remote area 340 miles south of Hyderabad, the capital of Andhra Pradesh state.
"This seems to be a case of superstition. The two people might have taken away the leg hoping to benefit from its magical powers," said Pendakanti Dastgiri, the police officer handling the case.
Superstitions, belief in magic and the occult remain widespread in much of rural India.
Kondaiah told police that two men offered him a drink as thanks for previously helping them with his magical touch.
After he passed out drunk, the men chopped off the leg below the knee with a sickle and left him to die, said Dastgiri, adding that passing villagers found him and took him to a hospital.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
LAW & DISORDER in CA
DAY ONE of the Phil Spector Trial -
OUR DEFENDANT: Phil was sporting a cream-colored three-piece suit very like the one in SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER, but with a large-collared bright purple shirt underneath. The hair is a blond bowl/Bobsey Twin style wig (available at BOBSEY OF HOLLYWOOD™), an improvement from the super-frizzed wigout from the court appearance a couple of years back. Most of the time, Phil sat slouched in his chair, spaced-out, focusing on his fingers steepled in front of his face. Then at sudden points, he would snap out of his fugue and glare daggers at the D.A. In all, quite a yardstick to measure future crazy against. Well played, Sir.
APPEARANCE/DEMEANOR SCORE: 7 out of 10
- We started with the Prosecution's opening remarks. At bat for the State is Deputy District Attorney Alan Jackson. Young fellow, good speaker, not the freakish country singer. I like him so far.
- DDA AJ said that at least two witnesses will testify that Phil sticking a gun in a person's face when things didn't go his way was his usual MO. Come to think of it, I think he pulled a gun on almost everyone he ever worked with, was married to, or was delivering take-out food to the Castle (I hear that he's a very generous tipper, that's what keeps delivery folks coming back).
- Lana's body was found five feet away from the back door slumped in a chair, wearing her dress, shoes, jacket, and her purse on her shoulder, like she was trying to leave. The bullet lodged between the base of her skull and the top of her spine, killing her instantly. But her blood (and none of Phil's) was smeared on the nearby doorknob, so Phil literally had her blood on his hands. Charming.
- Photos show the layout of Phil's castle, with circles drawn around all the many many many telephones, none of which were used after Lana was shot. In fact, it was about 40 minutes before the police were called at all, and even then, the limo driver who finally phoned it in drove to outside the PS compound first!
- On the minus side, the jury is nine men and three women and the victim is a 'middle-aged' woman, and I know I've read somewhere that that the average criminal jury liks older women as a group least of all, even when the older woman in question is the victim (ala Mrs. OJ, Mrs. Robert Blake, M. Jackson's accuser's mom). And who hates middle-aged ladies the most? OTHER middle-aged women. And in this case, I'm certain the defense will strongly emphasize that and use the 'Nuts/Sluts' excuse i.e. what kind of woman willingly goes to a strange man's home, while she's really drunk and only wearing a flimsy slip dress? An over-the-hill pathetic whore, perhaps? A suicidal whore!
- The Defense intends to say that Lana's hands tested positive for GSR, so that all but proves that she herself fired the gun. (I think the powder was there because she was trying to push away the gun that Phil had stuck in her face, but that's just lil' old me). Obviously, Bitch was CRAZY! DESPERATE! LOSING HER LOOKS! AN INFERTILE USELESS OLD LADY! Of course she would want to shuffle off this mortal coil at a stranger's house by shooting herself in the face that she tried to keep pretty and young in order to make a living in the Business of Show. Completely believable.
- One of my least fave forensic pathologist dudes, Dr. Henry Lee, is speaking for the defense's side. He was the idiot on THE STAIRCASE who claimed that all the blood spray on the stairway's walls was from the victim's mouth gasping for air and not from the husband smashing her head in. And made a spectacle of himself by spittling red paint on a sheet of paper, which looked nothing like the spray on the stairway walls. Ass.
TODAY'S HIGHLIGHT:
The courtroom erupted in laughter later when the prosecutor played a 911 call chauffeur Adriano DeSouza placed after the shooting. The operator repeatedly misunderstood the information DeSouza, a Brazilian immigrant, was attempting to convey, including the name of his employer.
"Seal?" the operator asked.
"Phil Spector!" DeSouza replied.
"Seal inspector?" the operator said.
Remember... according to a fellow murderer:
OUR DEFENDANT: Phil was sporting a cream-colored three-piece suit very like the one in SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER, but with a large-collared bright purple shirt underneath. The hair is a blond bowl/Bobsey Twin style wig (available at BOBSEY OF HOLLYWOOD™), an improvement from the super-frizzed wigout from the court appearance a couple of years back. Most of the time, Phil sat slouched in his chair, spaced-out, focusing on his fingers steepled in front of his face. Then at sudden points, he would snap out of his fugue and glare daggers at the D.A. In all, quite a yardstick to measure future crazy against. Well played, Sir.
APPEARANCE/DEMEANOR SCORE: 7 out of 10
- We started with the Prosecution's opening remarks. At bat for the State is Deputy District Attorney Alan Jackson. Young fellow, good speaker, not the freakish country singer. I like him so far.
- DDA AJ said that at least two witnesses will testify that Phil sticking a gun in a person's face when things didn't go his way was his usual MO. Come to think of it, I think he pulled a gun on almost everyone he ever worked with, was married to, or was delivering take-out food to the Castle (I hear that he's a very generous tipper, that's what keeps delivery folks coming back).
- Lana's body was found five feet away from the back door slumped in a chair, wearing her dress, shoes, jacket, and her purse on her shoulder, like she was trying to leave. The bullet lodged between the base of her skull and the top of her spine, killing her instantly. But her blood (and none of Phil's) was smeared on the nearby doorknob, so Phil literally had her blood on his hands. Charming.
- Photos show the layout of Phil's castle, with circles drawn around all the many many many telephones, none of which were used after Lana was shot. In fact, it was about 40 minutes before the police were called at all, and even then, the limo driver who finally phoned it in drove to outside the PS compound first!
- On the minus side, the jury is nine men and three women and the victim is a 'middle-aged' woman, and I know I've read somewhere that that the average criminal jury liks older women as a group least of all, even when the older woman in question is the victim (ala Mrs. OJ, Mrs. Robert Blake, M. Jackson's accuser's mom). And who hates middle-aged ladies the most? OTHER middle-aged women. And in this case, I'm certain the defense will strongly emphasize that and use the 'Nuts/Sluts' excuse i.e. what kind of woman willingly goes to a strange man's home, while she's really drunk and only wearing a flimsy slip dress? An over-the-hill pathetic whore, perhaps? A suicidal whore!
- The Defense intends to say that Lana's hands tested positive for GSR, so that all but proves that she herself fired the gun. (I think the powder was there because she was trying to push away the gun that Phil had stuck in her face, but that's just lil' old me). Obviously, Bitch was CRAZY! DESPERATE! LOSING HER LOOKS! AN INFERTILE USELESS OLD LADY! Of course she would want to shuffle off this mortal coil at a stranger's house by shooting herself in the face that she tried to keep pretty and young in order to make a living in the Business of Show. Completely believable.
- One of my least fave forensic pathologist dudes, Dr. Henry Lee, is speaking for the defense's side. He was the idiot on THE STAIRCASE who claimed that all the blood spray on the stairway's walls was from the victim's mouth gasping for air and not from the husband smashing her head in. And made a spectacle of himself by spittling red paint on a sheet of paper, which looked nothing like the spray on the stairway walls. Ass.
TODAY'S HIGHLIGHT:
The courtroom erupted in laughter later when the prosecutor played a 911 call chauffeur Adriano DeSouza placed after the shooting. The operator repeatedly misunderstood the information DeSouza, a Brazilian immigrant, was attempting to convey, including the name of his employer.
"Seal?" the operator asked.
"Phil Spector!" DeSouza replied.
"Seal inspector?" the operator said.
Remember... according to a fellow murderer:
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Haiku Movie Reviews
INCLUDES SPOILERS!
20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA (1954)
Captain Nemo's sub
Battles a giant squid but
Architeuthis ducks
FREEDOMLAND (2006)
Stolen car and boy!
Did the black teen do it? No!
Damn crazy white bitch!
THE LAST DETAIL (1973)
Drinking and cursing
And no lessons learned? That's some
Good entertainment!
THE UNTOLD STORY (1993)
Lunatic rapes. kills
Sells human meat buns, and worse -
He cheats at mah-jongg!
TITANIC (German, 1943)
So whose fault was it?
The iceberg? Too few lifeboats?
Nein! Blame Great Britain!
20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA (1954)
Captain Nemo's sub
Battles a giant squid but
Architeuthis ducks
FREEDOMLAND (2006)
Stolen car and boy!
Did the black teen do it? No!
Damn crazy white bitch!
THE LAST DETAIL (1973)
Drinking and cursing
And no lessons learned? That's some
Good entertainment!
THE UNTOLD STORY (1993)
Lunatic rapes. kills
Sells human meat buns, and worse -
He cheats at mah-jongg!
TITANIC (German, 1943)
So whose fault was it?
The iceberg? Too few lifeboats?
Nein! Blame Great Britain!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Entertainment News
Heather Mills To Join 'Dancing With The Stars'?
LOS ANGELES (February 13, 2007) -- She still may be in immersed in a heated divorce battle with Paul McCartney, but hopefully Heather Mills still has her dancing shoes. According to reports, Heather, 38, has signed on for the upcoming season of ABC's "Dancing With the Stars." She will reportedly donate earnings from the show to an animal welfare charity.
Other names rumored to be joining this year's show include Billy Ray Cyrus, Joey Fatone, Danica McKellar, Ian Ziering and Laila Ali. In 1993, Heather lost the lower part of her left leg after being hit by a police motorcycle.
Dang, that would mean I'd have to watch DANCING WITH THE STARS. Oh, the shame.
And while I'm on the subject, I was wondering about Heather Mills's charges of physical abuse by Sir Beatle Paul. I admit there is very very much that I don't know about married life or divorce or Sir Paul's dark side, so I'm not going to question her allegations of pushing, hitting, or stabbing by her ex. But her claim that Sir Paul would not let her have an antique bedpan in their bedroom is impossible for me to believe. Does she not use crutches when her prosthetic leg is off? Or couldn't she use a walker? Or a 24-carat gold wheelchair with Cruelty-Free diamond detailing? And how big is their residence that there isn't a bathroom within crutching distance to the master bedroom? When I marry a man with a million-billion-grillion dollars, I will have a rotating pack of hypoallergenic Grand Pyreneeses on-call 24/7 ready to whisk me delightfully and slobberingly from expensively-furnished room to expensively-furnished room. That's just how I roll.
LOS ANGELES (February 13, 2007) -- She still may be in immersed in a heated divorce battle with Paul McCartney, but hopefully Heather Mills still has her dancing shoes. According to reports, Heather, 38, has signed on for the upcoming season of ABC's "Dancing With the Stars." She will reportedly donate earnings from the show to an animal welfare charity.
Other names rumored to be joining this year's show include Billy Ray Cyrus, Joey Fatone, Danica McKellar, Ian Ziering and Laila Ali. In 1993, Heather lost the lower part of her left leg after being hit by a police motorcycle.
Dang, that would mean I'd have to watch DANCING WITH THE STARS. Oh, the shame.
And while I'm on the subject, I was wondering about Heather Mills's charges of physical abuse by Sir Beatle Paul. I admit there is very very much that I don't know about married life or divorce or Sir Paul's dark side, so I'm not going to question her allegations of pushing, hitting, or stabbing by her ex. But her claim that Sir Paul would not let her have an antique bedpan in their bedroom is impossible for me to believe. Does she not use crutches when her prosthetic leg is off? Or couldn't she use a walker? Or a 24-carat gold wheelchair with Cruelty-Free diamond detailing? And how big is their residence that there isn't a bathroom within crutching distance to the master bedroom? When I marry a man with a million-billion-grillion dollars, I will have a rotating pack of hypoallergenic Grand Pyreneeses on-call 24/7 ready to whisk me delightfully and slobberingly from expensively-furnished room to expensively-furnished room. That's just how I roll.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Shivered Timbers
From a LA casting agent:
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 3 OPEN CALL
Open Casting Call - Through 15 August 2006
Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Monday through Friday, 11am – 3pm
Seeking Pirates -- men age 18+, all shapes and sizes, all ethnicities: Asian, Spanish, French, African, Syrian, Lebanese, Middle Eastern, Turkish, Armenian, Arab, Persian, Caucasian, South American, Pacific Islander, Eskimo, etc...
You must be an extreme character type! We need extremely skinny, very tall, very short, hunchback, little people, unusual facial features and body types, exotic amputees, albinos, etc.
Wow, not just amputees, but EXOTIC amputees?? Hey, I'm a brown-eyed brunette/blonde, I could pass for multi-culti! And big tits! Big ol' tits and one leg always puts butts in movie seats, it's a sure thing!
I will be awaiting Mr. Bruckheimer's call....
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 3 OPEN CALL
Open Casting Call - Through 15 August 2006
Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Monday through Friday, 11am – 3pm
Seeking Pirates -- men age 18+, all shapes and sizes, all ethnicities: Asian, Spanish, French, African, Syrian, Lebanese, Middle Eastern, Turkish, Armenian, Arab, Persian, Caucasian, South American, Pacific Islander, Eskimo, etc...
You must be an extreme character type! We need extremely skinny, very tall, very short, hunchback, little people, unusual facial features and body types, exotic amputees, albinos, etc.
Wow, not just amputees, but EXOTIC amputees?? Hey, I'm a brown-eyed brunette/blonde, I could pass for multi-culti! And big tits! Big ol' tits and one leg always puts butts in movie seats, it's a sure thing!
I will be awaiting Mr. Bruckheimer's call....
Monday, July 03, 2006
Oops The Monkey Flies The Coop
Quote of the week:
(regarding capturing an escaped monkey from the zoo)
"We hope to take advantage of a hungry monkey."
(Full Story From CNN:
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/07/03/monkey.escape.ap/index.html)
(regarding capturing an escaped monkey from the zoo)
"We hope to take advantage of a hungry monkey."
(Full Story From CNN:
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/07/03/monkey.escape.ap/index.html)
Monday, May 29, 2006
Return of the Prodigal Cripple
So....yeah!
About the hiatus? The big time out? The endless intermission?
Hell, it's been so long, the last time I wrote we did not have a new AMERICAN IDOL,
But I've been busy having my life changed, then changed back again and then changed a couple of more times. It's complicated.
There have been new obstacles!
Trials AND tribulations!
Sorrow AND pity!
Bus rides!
Head injuries!
About the hiatus? The big time out? The endless intermission?
Hell, it's been so long, the last time I wrote we did not have a new AMERICAN IDOL,
THE AMAZING RACE had not been run, and The Pussycat Dolls' SEARCH FOR THE NEW DOLL had yet to begin.
But I've been busy having my life changed, then changed back again and then changed a couple of more times. It's complicated.
There have been new obstacles!
Trials AND tribulations!
Sorrow AND pity!
Bus rides!
Head injuries!
Finger injuries!
Torso injuries!
Bad television!
Drama! Romance! Fresh fruit picked from trees!
Bad television!
Drama! Romance! Fresh fruit picked from trees!
And for a magical day, I became a gerund.
So as soon as I can get these experiences down into concise bite-sized form and I can transfer recent photographs, I shall keep this blog up to speed. Plus, updates on what I watch that passes for entertainment - movie reviews, TV reviews, book reviews, crime updates!! And for no extra charge you get my opinions! Opinions no one asked for and sometimes I can't defend!! Also also plus, the usual sad array of misspellings and punctuation errors! All in one easy-to-digest blog form.
So thanks for stopping by, make yourselves comfortable!
Get your drink and snack on!
So as soon as I can get these experiences down into concise bite-sized form and I can transfer recent photographs, I shall keep this blog up to speed. Plus, updates on what I watch that passes for entertainment - movie reviews, TV reviews, book reviews, crime updates!! And for no extra charge you get my opinions! Opinions no one asked for and sometimes I can't defend!! Also also plus, the usual sad array of misspellings and punctuation errors! All in one easy-to-digest blog form.
So thanks for stopping by, make yourselves comfortable!
Get your drink and snack on!
But please take your shoes off, the carpet is new.
And neuter and spay your pets.
KTHX!
Friday, January 27, 2006
Haiku Film Reviews
NIGHT OF THE JUGGLER
Mostly in daylight
And doesn't contain juggling.
What a dumb title.
SAW
Cut through your ankle
And ignore the bloody corpse.
Do I have to watch?
ELIZABETHTOWN
Two hours of whimsy,
Completely insufferable,
I hate Bloom and Dunst.
FLIGHTPLAN
Where is my daughter?
Is she on the giant plane?
Sarsgaard looks so stoned.
THE MACHINIST
Better than you'd think.
Christian Bale lost sixty pounds.
But is he dreaming?
RACE WITH THE DEVIL
Oates and Fonda flee
In a pimped-out motor home.
Red-State Satanists!
Mostly in daylight
And doesn't contain juggling.
What a dumb title.
SAW
Cut through your ankle
And ignore the bloody corpse.
Do I have to watch?
ELIZABETHTOWN
Two hours of whimsy,
Completely insufferable,
I hate Bloom and Dunst.
FLIGHTPLAN
Where is my daughter?
Is she on the giant plane?
Sarsgaard looks so stoned.
THE MACHINIST
Better than you'd think.
Christian Bale lost sixty pounds.
But is he dreaming?
RACE WITH THE DEVIL
Oates and Fonda flee
In a pimped-out motor home.
Red-State Satanists!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
SAW - Bipedal Film Review
One of the local news channels just teased a story with something like, 'School sex scandal! A teacher's in trouble, but not in a way you've ever heard of before!' My interest was piqued. I was hoping for 'teacher caught in love nest with class hamster' , but sadly, it was only a female teacher-on-female student molestation thing. Which is bad. Not entertaining! Or funny! But I always fall for that type of huckstering in movies, them promising something that's going to blow my mind, unlike anything I've ever seen, and nine times out of ten, I fall for it and eight times out of that nine, I'm disappointed.
Jaded thrillseeker that I am, I rented the horror flick 'SAW'. The reviews used words like 'disturbing', 'unique', 'the future of horror'. I was hoping to be scared or entertained, or even disturbed. I'd even settle for startled once or twice. But...no.
(SPOILERS BELOW ABOUT THE MOVIE! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!) (SORRY FOR SHOUTING!)
If you've ever seen 'SEVEN', a lot of this movie will feel familiar. A lot of green-tinted scenes (makes the blood look more vivid), seizure-inducing quick edits, a killer who sets up elaborate Rube Goldberg style ways to kill people (without them actually doing the killing themself), people tortured before they die in horrible ways, and an obsessed cop who takes his investigation TOO FAR. It opens promisingly, with two men in a filthy bathroom, each chained to the wall, a dead body between them lies facedown in a pool of blood. The two men have saws (TITLE!), there is a gun just out of reach, and a tape recording tells them that one of the men's wife and child are being held captive. Moreover, these captives will be killed if their husband doesn't figure out how to kill the other guy in the room within eight hours. By the way, either of the men can escape if they SAW through their own leg to free them of their chains. Sacrificing a limb in order to save one's life...nah, nothing I can relate to.
So after a lot of torture, running around, shooting, and red herrings (is it the killer really the crazy cop? the creepy hospital janitor? a, um, puppet?), we find out that the genius psychopath is actually (big SPOILER) a hospital patient with an inoperable brain tumor! Cancer-flavored revenge! I had heard about this twist before I saw the movie, and I know by experience that one of the side effects of a cancer diagnosis is rage. But when they show the Doctor in this patient's room in the important flashback, the Doctor describes his terminal condition rather offhandedly. And, that's it. The doctor is offed because he has no bedside manner, then? Plus,the killer is a patient in a hospital, even though it's too late to treat him, so I'm assuming they're just keeping him comfortable with heavy painkillers. They kind of take the EDGE off the anger thing, with the numbing and all. And the other people who die (or almost die) have nothing to do with the cancer patient. So the other victims didn't give him chemo or radiation or lost his paperwork for his HMO. They were merely guinea pigs? Collateral damage? Victims of over-conceived plotting? If he just killed those other people because he was a psychopath, then why bring up the cancer at all? Or maybe the brain tumor is not only killing him, but also making him insane, but still smart enough to elude capture by the authorities and build all these complicated death traps.
Besides the casual way that cancer was thrown into the movie, there were other things that bugged me. The parts of the movie that were sped up past 'frantic' to 'funny'; Danny Glover as the crazy cop (he never says 'I'm getting too old for this shit'); and how almost all the movie is flashbacks or flashbacks-within-other-flashbacks. The one redeeming bit of cleverness was that the killer was actually the 'dead' body in the room between the two guys, but I know I can't stay still for five minutes in an MRI, never mind being face-down on a tile floor in a puddle of blood for eight hours. And I must give a big shout-out to the worst car chase I've ever seen. The IMDB said that the filmmakers ran out of money for a chase, so they turned on the fog machines and had crew members push the cars around to suggest movement, then choppy-style edited the footage. Somewhere Ed Wood is kicking himself for not thinking of that himself.
To sum up, it's a pretty sub-standard gory horror movie with a superior ad campaign. And I'm a one-legged sucker with too-high standards out of $5 yet again.
Jaded thrillseeker that I am, I rented the horror flick 'SAW'. The reviews used words like 'disturbing', 'unique', 'the future of horror'. I was hoping to be scared or entertained, or even disturbed. I'd even settle for startled once or twice. But...no.
(SPOILERS BELOW ABOUT THE MOVIE! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!) (SORRY FOR SHOUTING!)
If you've ever seen 'SEVEN', a lot of this movie will feel familiar. A lot of green-tinted scenes (makes the blood look more vivid), seizure-inducing quick edits, a killer who sets up elaborate Rube Goldberg style ways to kill people (without them actually doing the killing themself), people tortured before they die in horrible ways, and an obsessed cop who takes his investigation TOO FAR. It opens promisingly, with two men in a filthy bathroom, each chained to the wall, a dead body between them lies facedown in a pool of blood. The two men have saws (TITLE!), there is a gun just out of reach, and a tape recording tells them that one of the men's wife and child are being held captive. Moreover, these captives will be killed if their husband doesn't figure out how to kill the other guy in the room within eight hours. By the way, either of the men can escape if they SAW through their own leg to free them of their chains. Sacrificing a limb in order to save one's life...nah, nothing I can relate to.
So after a lot of torture, running around, shooting, and red herrings (is it the killer really the crazy cop? the creepy hospital janitor? a, um, puppet?), we find out that the genius psychopath is actually (big SPOILER) a hospital patient with an inoperable brain tumor! Cancer-flavored revenge! I had heard about this twist before I saw the movie, and I know by experience that one of the side effects of a cancer diagnosis is rage. But when they show the Doctor in this patient's room in the important flashback, the Doctor describes his terminal condition rather offhandedly. And, that's it. The doctor is offed because he has no bedside manner, then? Plus,the killer is a patient in a hospital, even though it's too late to treat him, so I'm assuming they're just keeping him comfortable with heavy painkillers. They kind of take the EDGE off the anger thing, with the numbing and all. And the other people who die (or almost die) have nothing to do with the cancer patient. So the other victims didn't give him chemo or radiation or lost his paperwork for his HMO. They were merely guinea pigs? Collateral damage? Victims of over-conceived plotting? If he just killed those other people because he was a psychopath, then why bring up the cancer at all? Or maybe the brain tumor is not only killing him, but also making him insane, but still smart enough to elude capture by the authorities and build all these complicated death traps.
Besides the casual way that cancer was thrown into the movie, there were other things that bugged me. The parts of the movie that were sped up past 'frantic' to 'funny'; Danny Glover as the crazy cop (he never says 'I'm getting too old for this shit'); and how almost all the movie is flashbacks or flashbacks-within-other-flashbacks. The one redeeming bit of cleverness was that the killer was actually the 'dead' body in the room between the two guys, but I know I can't stay still for five minutes in an MRI, never mind being face-down on a tile floor in a puddle of blood for eight hours. And I must give a big shout-out to the worst car chase I've ever seen. The IMDB said that the filmmakers ran out of money for a chase, so they turned on the fog machines and had crew members push the cars around to suggest movement, then choppy-style edited the footage. Somewhere Ed Wood is kicking himself for not thinking of that himself.
To sum up, it's a pretty sub-standard gory horror movie with a superior ad campaign. And I'm a one-legged sucker with too-high standards out of $5 yet again.
Monday, January 23, 2006
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