Shrek 4: Disappointing
Greenberg: No
Clash of the Titans: No
The Runaways: Doable, better than Fine
The A-Team: Fine
Cop-Out: No
The Virgin Suicides: Yes, Obviously. Read the book as well
The Messengers: Touch and Go
Unthinkable: Yes
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: Rape scene successfully upsetting. Read the book instead
Repo Men: Yes. Welcome back, Jude. Who knew he could be funny? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen good use of blood spray. Gore was the right colour to boot.

That’s all.

She won with her awesome stare of coolness. Obviously.

My very first berries of the season; all four of them:

I had a real spoon moment last night.

I’m plenty scared of seeing bits of things in the dark; things that shouldn’t be there or things that resemble other impossible things, but I’m not usually prone to monster type nightmares.

Once in a while though, when I’m trying to flip the mental switch and bunk down for sleep, I’ll see a whole lot of horrible disturbing shit flashing over and over as if on a mental projector. They’re always faces usually partially bloody or decayed (cliche and yet still horrific) and they’re always jeering. And I can’t switch them off.

They give me the heebies mainly because they’re not the product of a confused, half asleep state. It’ll be a case of having barely climbed into bed being still wide awake when a disgusting rictus blinds me. I’ll be thinking “who is she?” of some yellow-eyed, peeling face before the next, horrible in an entirely different way, springs forward.

Ideal Brown says it happens to him too sometimes.

Last night I must have been dropping off when I was hit with a particularly nasty bastard. How I coped was by shouting out with a back-arching jerk before clouting myself in the face with two fistfuls of duvet. It was a sweaty night from there on out. Sweaty and shameful.

What did the cat think?

I hope I didn’t kick him.