Day: October 6, 2006

So here we are again.

  1. They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fish net
    “Walk the Walk” by Poe, guessed by Poe
  2. I only know it isn’t mine
    “Allison” by Elvis Costello & the Attractions, guessed by Remi
  3. They might be big, big, fake, fake lies
    “They Might Be Giants” by They Might Be Giants, guessed by Thud
  4. You told me they always pay for lunch
    “Napoleon” by Ani DiFranco, guessed by marisa
  5. In my opinion the drug is ready
    “Butts Wigglin” by the Tragically Hip
  6. Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
    “Handbags and Gladrags” by Rod Stewart
  7. And besides that, he was a Sagittarius
    “The Poignant, Yet Pointless, Crisis Of A Coed” by Dar Williams
  8. Serve it up with a side of me
    “My Baby’s Got the Strangest Ways” by Southern Culture on the Skids
  9. With explosions, wounds are open
    “The Gash” by the Flaming Lips
  10. Let it hang down on me
    “My Girl Sloopy” by the Vibrations, or “Hang on Sloopy” by the McCoys, guessed by Wormbrain

Guess the lyrics. You know you want to. Best of luck!

From Nathan Lee’s review of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning:

How many chainsaw massacres can one state possibly contain? One more, at least, from the look of “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning,” a prequel to a remake of a 1974 film that spawned numerous sequels and numberless copycats. There’s more to come, no doubt, given the bloodlust for torture and indifference to depravity characteristic of contemporary horror films. Every era gets the scare pictures it deserves, and there is nothing more unsettling in this orgy of hate than its overwhelming stench of corporate nihilism….

The sick twist is that while the youngsters ostensibly function as an audience surrogate (who wouldn’t want to be that sexy and avoid being disemboweled?), the movie’s real sympathies lie with that clan, the Hewitts….

The answers are beside the point. The movie exists to brutalize. Like “The Passion of the Christ,” it is an invitation to hard-core sadism. Mel Gibson tried to turn atrocity into spiritual catharsis. The producers of “The Beginning” merely package it, sell it to the masses and hope they don’t vomit in their nachos.