August 9, 2010

Review: The Crazies (1973)


Directed By: George A. Romero

Starring:
Lane Carroll as Judy
Will MacMillan as David
Harold Wayne Jones as Clank

My Grade: F



When The Crazies ended, I tried to sum up my thoughts about it in one word. I came up with "awful." Then, I thought for a second...just a few days ago, my laptop, my bedroom ceiling fan, and my oven all broke within a matter of hours. I had thought that was "awful" too and, surely, all three of those things, even when combined, do not deserve to be lumped into the same category as George A. Romero's The Crazies. Thus, I turned to my trusty thesaurus to come up with a new word. I found many, all of them applicable. Here they are in convenient alphabetical order: abominable, appalling, deplorable, dire, disgusting, dreadful, ghastly, horrendous, horrible, offensive, repulsive, stinking, ugly, unpleasant, and unsightly. Take your pick. You see, The Crazies is not merely a bad movie...it is a movie so vile and reprehensible (Aha, two more words!) that I cannot honestly understand how it ever warranted a remake, much less its confounding 6.1 rating on the IMDb. It begins with a seemingly harmless scene of two young children, a boy and his younger sister, playing in a darkened house. They are interrupted by the sight of their father trashing a room down the hall and the smell of kerosene from the floor. The girl goes to find her mother and finds her, bloody and very much dead, in her bed. Then, the father burns the house down with the children inside. Are you having fun yet? If so...trust me, you won't be for very long.

August 8, 2010

Let the Exploration Begin . . .

“We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time.” - T.S. Eliot