By surprise, I got this movie last weekend. It had been somewhere around 20 years since I'd last seen this flick. I'd assumed it would just sit in my Blockbuster queue forever. I watched it last Saturday and it was awfully good. You get to see Peter Jackson at his rawest; no sets, a teeny budget for special effects, but he was extremely creative even then.
I watched while I cleaned house and watched the baby so I missed a LOT of dialogue (but somehow that didn't effect the continuity of the movie-go figure?). I completely forgot about the guy falling on the rock and cracking his skull open. It was gross when his head would open up and he'd go into seizures and would pack pieces of brain back there =YUCK=.
I started to check what was available through Blockbuster. No Meet the Feebles (had that in my Netflix queue), no The Valley, I have Dead Alive (I hope it's the unrated version), and The Frighteners.
They passed an old woman who was just opening the door of a brown Cadillac. An old man was already sitting in the passenger seat. The car had a personalized plate with the letters “J-U-S-P-R-A-Y”.
“That stuff work?” Israel said to her.
“‘Scuse me?” the little old woman said, clutching her keys.
“The spray. Does it keep them away?”
“Keep who away?” She looked confused.
“I gotcha.” Israel gave her a conspiratorial wink.
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