Cars are a boy’s thing. And as much as that hurts my inner feminist to say that, it’s better than the alternative of perhaps admitting I have a disability of the brain.
It is a well known fact that when it comes to sleeping habits, some people seem oblivious to the house falling down around them, while others are roused by the slightest noise that seems out of place.
Tagline: When the Earth Spits Out the Dead, They Will Rise to Suck the Blood of the Living.____The other night, I dreamed of the perfect movie. It was a strange dream, because the perfect movie starred Mia Farrow’s sister and a guy who looked a bit like Jack Elam. It was also Italian-made, so really bad dubbing was a given. And then there were the zombies. But not just normal shamble-around-and-eat-your-brains zombies. No, there were zombies fighting underwater against sharks. That’s right–sharks. And don’t forget about the nudity. Lots of nudity for no apparent reason. Mediocre acting. Mediocre special effects. Truly, the perfect movie was not what I expected it to be.