give me a smile

I guess I've never really seen any good horror movies, because the few that I've watched manage to simultaneously bore me and amuse me. The exception would be Psycho, except that I view this one more as a crime story rather than horror.

Adrienne, Danielle, and I went to see Scream, the sort of cliched trite tripe I haven't seen in ages since that Christmas a few years ago that I spent with my cousins on Staten Island watching bad gory movies. The whole self-conscious references, i.e. "Let's announce what's about to happen in an ironic twist of events by openly paying homage to other horror movies!" struck me as dull rather than clever, and I won't even mention how terrible the acting was. Freud would have such a field day analyzing this with all of the really crass sexual references. The Trivial Pursuit New Years Eve party that I attended seems to be creamy Victorian innocence in comparison to the hedonistic partying that stereotypically characterizes my fellow teenage peers. Amidst the visual tedium, the score gave up on providing any sort of sustainable tension within the first ten minutes. At least it was bad enough so that I had a lot of fun mocking it afterwards.

I have yet to actually listen to my new Yo-Yo Ma Plays Ennio Morricone album, although it's been highly recommended to me by lehah. To be honest, I know virtually nothing about Morricone other than the fact that he's best known for scoring spaghetti westerns and that he's currently working on Leningrad. I'm really getting hooked on the Philip Glass compilation in the meantime.

And before I forget, many happy returns to gandydancer on her birthday :D