Movie Delight Monday

Halloween is only two weekends away, which means the next two Movie Delight Mondays will feature horror movies!

Last Monday I chose the Scream Trilogy, and the week before that was Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Today I'm going with a little-known but TERRIFYING film. My older cousins made me watch it once when I was in second or third grade, and it still scares me to this day.  So, it might not actually be all that terrifying, but I'm too chicken to watch it again and find out!

The film I'm referring to is:

Editor's Note:  Again, since this movie terrified me so badly, I have not watched it since that first time, nearly twenty years ago.  As such, this review is based on extremely vivid memories and the help of IMBD for names and a few details.

The film starts out with a family, consisting of a snobbish father, his hateful new wife and his daughter, Judy finding themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere as a storm is moving in.  Judy is a small girl who is quite timid and not too fond of her new stepmother. 

The family realizes they are near a large mansion, so they seek shelter there.  An elderly couple lives in the mansion, and soon another stranded motorist, Randy, arrives with two punk, Madonna-looking chicks he picked up along the way.  The couple invites them all to stay until the storm passes. 

It becomes evident nearly immediately that the old couple is extremely odd, and they reveal that they make dolls and puppets. 

As they all retire to bed for the evening, we learn more about the stranded people, and that all but Randy and Judy are evil, mean or theiving people.  Of course, all bad people must be punished....

The dolls begin coming to life and killing off the people who need punishing.  In grotesque, freaky and horrifying manners they all start to bite the dust, one by one.   We learn more about the old couple and why the dolls are killing everyone, but the information doesn't stop the murders. 

The movie ends with the suggestion of a sequel, as most horror movies do.

If you're brave (which I'm not), below you can watch the original trailer for the film.

Watch it if you dare!

Guilty Pleasure Confessions....OR Reasons I'll lose all of my followers

Yes, ladies and gents, it's time for a little soul-searching, deep, dark secret-telling slumber party discussion. Let's talk about guilty pleasures. Obviously I have to go first, but you have to promise you won't tell my mom.

Pinky swear?

Okay. Let's do this.


There are some things I take a great deal of pleasure in, and of course the most pleasurable things are the ones you can't share with others. If you did, they'd know you were cheesy, a nerd, a whore, et cetera. However, I think it's healthy to admit such things to our friends. If we can't share our love of Justin Bieber (not really), then what good is our friendship? Besides, having to keep it secret just makes it that much better, right?

NOTE: If you have an affection for cross-dressing prostitutes, animal sex, Martha Stewart and/or necrophilia, this is not the time to divulge. Sorry. Tell your therapist about it on Friday.


First up:

That's right, Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. No I do not have a lesbian crush on them. Well, maybe a little one. I do love their movies though. Every single coming-of-age, teen crush, feel good movie they've made. Love 'em all. My favorite is Winning London.



Moving on...


Playing dress-up Barbie with my daughters.

I know this isn't that big of a deal, a lot of women play dress up with their daughters. My secret is that I persuade my daughters to play with their barbies so I will have the excuse to play too. Did the same thing with my little sisters before they grew out of the doll phase.



Un-following me yet? No? Let's continue...


N'Sync. I love them, even still. I remember the first time I ever saw Justin Timberlake and company. They sang "I Want You Back" on an episode of TRL. I took one look at that curly blonde hair and those beautiful eyes and declared to my sister, "I'm going to marry him!" (Hey, give me a break; I was 13.) I bought every magazine with their picture in it, bought the N'Sync VHS of them in concert and watched it until it stopped playing altogether. I entered every N'Sync-related contest - I even won once; the prize was a heart-shaped cd that played three versions of "Tearin' Up My Heart" AND an autographed picture of them. (You're jealous as hell right now, aren't you?) I even saw them in concert.

All these years later, I'll be driving down the road and get an urge to belt out the group's pop songs at the top of my lungs. Even with untinted windows, you ask? You betcha.




Now I'm starting to worry that I'll wake up tomorrow and have zero followers again, so I'll share one more, but that's it...



Secret Life of the American Teenager and Make it or Break It

This is one of the hardest guilty pleasures for me to admit. I always feel guilty - literally - for watching it, like God would be disappointed in my wasting entire hours of my life on these whiny, bitchy, premarital-sex-having kids. Half of the time I'm yelling at the television because some of the characters are so idiotic or slutty. Regardless, every week I tune in to watch teenage angst as portrayed by beautiful, pimple-free kids.


With the above confessions now made public for all the world to see, I would feel SO much better if some of you - my loyal followers - would share a guilty pleasure or two, forever uniting us in the bonds of embarrassment.

Anyone? Anyone?