(Late) Freaky Friday Post – Review of “Hobo With A Shotgun”

In last night’s foray into strange shit I inflict upon myself for no other reason than general amusement, I sat down and watched the above movie.

In short, this is classic movie cheese. It is everything you’d expect from a movie called “Hobo With A Shotgun.” Our hobo steps off a train in search of a new life in this town only to find it overrun by the most depraved bunch of villains since Crossed*(only with less gratuitous rape and poop and more fake blood) and after watching the chaos for a bit, decided he’s had enough and blows the fuck out of the bad guys.

What, you want more than that? Well, the acting is not so bad. What you get with Abby, our plucky prostitute, is one HELL of a screamer. Those are some horror movie lungs, right there. In fact, Abby and the Hobo both act pretty well. I believed they wanted a better life than the psycho stuff around them. The villains, however, were so over the top crazy, I felt like the townspeople should have hit in them in the head with a bag full of rocks waaayyy before the hobo got there. But then, I remembered this was not supposed to be serious. 😉

A few (hundred) gallons of red colored corn syrup later, I came a way with a few good laughs, some great one-liners (“Put the knife away, kid… or I’ll use it to cut welfare checks from your rotten skin!”), and no desire to watch this more than once. The gore was over the top, inducing some cringe worthy moments that, while obliviously fake, still made me grimace at the sight of them.

This is not a bad rental but I wouldn’t want to own it. I don’t see much re-watch value here, unless you want to point out the gaffs and such. But if you want some pure 80’s cheese to go with your crackers, I say go for it.

Totally not for the squeamish, by the way. Or easily offended.

*I hesitate to review this comic because I am still trying to get the images out of my brain. If enough people ask, I will but… Blech. >_<

Freaky Friday – This writer and her instrument

Maybe it’s because I’m an only child but gods freaking help you if you touch the pen designated for writing a certain story. Usually, I am working on at least three different projects at a time (no matter how hard I try to focus on one) and I have a spiral notebook and pen designated for each. Pictured above is my favorite pen; the Paper Mate Flexgrip Elite Stick Medium Point Ballpoint (which is on my Amazon wish list should you deign to buy The Lenni a present ^_~). I have used up three of these working on Greenhouse so far and I am sorry to say I am out of them.

It’s such a strange thing to other people when they see me in the stationary aisle of a store or glimpse my wide eyed excitement when I walk through the doors of an Office Max (or Staples or what the hell ever). All I can see is how I can fill all the notebooks. (my faves are the Five Star ones) I try not to buy everything I see but man, the feeling of cracking open that shiny new Five Star, picking up that Paper Mate and inflicting my deplorable handwriting but fabulous ideas upon the page is something only other writers can understand. Everyone else will think you’re insane and they will be right.

And the world would be better for it.

But that’s not even the weird part for me! The strange part is the mad-dog territorial rage-haze that comes with someone touching my pen. No seriously, I will CUT you. I don’t even use that pen to write checks. I will sit there and let a bill wait till I can get another different pen (of which there are PLENTY in my house so it’s not like I let the electric bill go unpaid for weeks or something silly like that). My husband looks at me like I’m a psycho (for a lot of reasons, but) when I tell him “Don’t touch that pen. Use this one.” Even if it’s not the much loved Paper Mate Flexgrip, that pen is for that story. Touch it at your own peril.

Of the few writers left who still bother with long hand when writing, do you experience this? Or am I once again too crazy for the crazies? XD