There's no better way to soothingly ease your way into your work week than to go to bed with your husband like normal in your scary, creaking, old apartment, having just watched a movie about a young couple going to bed like normal and being woken up night after night to be terrorized by a demon.
Derrick is uncharacteristically not as terrified as I am at the moment, but that probably has more to do with the fact that he missed about half of the film thanks to the unfortunate and inevitable accompaniment to day drinking: the evening hangover.
But before I go off on a tangent about how I'm not sure who among the two of us should be more embarrassed that I outdrank him at the Eagles-Falcons game, let me get back to this insane and amazing movie. I have to wonder how a film that looks like any idiot with $400 and a bedroom could have made it ended up grossing $193 million at the box office.
I must come up with an idea for a low-budget scary movie soon - something that can yield totally ridunk returns. Come to think of it, although he is extremely cute and fluffy - and "curvy," as they say on Say Yes To The Dress: Big, Franco can be pretty creepy when he just stares at you for a few minutes and then disappears for several hours (seriously, where does he go? Our apartment is like 300 square feet!).
Check it out: 90 minutes of this guy looking into your soul and then just walking away. I see nothing but dollar signs.
|He killed that toy mouse just by looking at it. |
Will you survive Franco's death stare?