Stayed up until 5:00am last night watching two of the worst B-list movies I’ve ever seen. Never caught the name of the first one. Some kind of “end of the world” theme. Looked like it was from the 80s. I recognized the stars, but couldn’t remember their names. The plot was so absurd, by the end I was glad they died. They deserved it for being so stupid.
The second one was The Town That Dreaded Sundown. Set in the late 40s to early 50s. Allegedly true story about a serial killer in Texarkana. Costuming and period sets saved that film. But the most awesome Texas Ranger in all of history and hundreds of LEOs never caught the killer. Most unsatisfying ending but not surprising because their police work sucked as bad as the dialogue. So why did I keep watching? Damned if I know.
On a related note, guess I’m so uncool, that I’m the only person on earth who is happy Peter Jackson is stretching The Hobbit into a trilogy. I understand he’s expanding the story into prequel flashbacks or some such thing. I hope he figures out how to work in Bombadil. Really missed him in LOTR. And if Peter is adding from the appendices, then there should be lots more elves. I love elven history.
I don’t care how long it takes. Not like I don’t know the end of the story. I’ve read the books so many times, I know the whole series practically by heart. Okay with me if it takes a couple of years to finish the movies. Happy to wait to see what Mr. Jackson does with his vision of the tale. Hell, gives me a reason to hope the Mayans are wrong.