Drown me in your gore On G.'s advice to do something trashy and indulgent (I know I am as stubborn as a mule but I do listen sometimes) I watched Underworld : Evolution this afternoon. There is something restoring about being in a dark cinema when everyone else is at work, especially if the movie is dripping with delicious black blood in every single frame. Indeed, each time someone was impaled upon a bat-wing (you have no idea how many times it happened), I savored it with all the relish only ultra-violence can provide. Sometimes I am overcome by the desire to rake the living guts out of someone, and then huddle over a pool licking my fingers and muttering to myself, ala Gollum in Lord of the Rings. I don't think I have a penchant for wearing tight black leather, but a very proper velvet suit I could probably do. Hopefully I will NOT have a beefy co-star with whom I must stare in the eyes, and then say 'Now I think we must have wild abandoned sex, for all that killing has made me brim over with horni-ness, and also, it is the requisite mid-point of the film when all sex occurs, Amen'.

Oh, and not one, but TWO 'FUCK's escaped the censor's knife! Both were very clearly enunciated. I felt irately thrilled at each one.

I cannot wait for the imagery of this movie to infiltrate my dreams and give me yet another disturbing nightmare. I am dreaming as industriously as a factory these days. Hopefully I will be the one doing the impaling, not vice versa.  ¶ 3:44 PM