Fare thee well, Jed.

I have finally achieved West Wing closure and as a suprise to absolutely noone, I bawled my eyes out when Leo died. He was my favourite of all. But it ended very well, no cliffhanger shenanigans like The Sopranos.

Incidentally, I watched One Missed Call on Friday night. The premise was good (I thought) but the ending shat me up the wall. I swear that ending made the 90 minutes preceeding it completely pointless and irrelevant. If they’re fishing for a sequel I suggest they don’t hold their breath.

Em took me to see Smart People last night. It was sweet in a not-particularly-thought-provoking sort of way. Kind of along the lines of Little Miss Sunshine but definitely not as funny. Thomas Hayden Church was definitely the highlight for me.

Am going to bite the bullet and apply for postgrad editing courses at RMIT and La Trobe. I am tired of being so directionless.

Horror movies, and why they rock

I really want to write a horror movie script mainly because there is a severe lack of horror movies that actually scare me. In fact I think there may only be about two…

1. The Shining

This movie (the Jack Nicholson version and Stephen King’s telemovie version) scare the bejezus out of me. There is something innately terrifying about buildings that are meant to be busy and full of life (hotels, schools, etc) but are empty. This is fact. Even seeing The Simpsons and Family Guy rip off this movie has not made it any less scary.

2. Psycho
This movie messes with my head. Alfred Hitchcock was a genius.

3. Phantoms (though I will never admit to this in a court of law)
I know this movie is ten kinds of terrible, but the scene where all the alarms and sirens and bells go off scares me every time I see it. Ben Affleck’s acting isn’t exactly appropriate bedtime viewing either frankly.

The Japanese do horror the best though really. The Ring, The Grudge, all completely terrifying. Am reading the second book in the Ring trilogy at the moment. It’s really good, but there is a bucketload of scientific DNA-related rambling that slows the pace right down though. Still, it’s a pretty good book.

Managed to stop myself from buying Bill Bryson’s biography of Shakespeare today. Am very proud.