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Idiot Control Now
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your dreams were your ticket out
Oh, man, I am so bummed that D couldn't come with me last night, because it was hilarious!

I never knew it was my dream to see "Manos": The Hands of Fate on the big screen. "One of the worst movies ever made that doesn't have "Transformers" in the title!"

I'm amazed that they were able to not only write entirely new jokes, but... they were funnier than the original MSTing. And, you know, while it's clear watching the original that there are long awkward silences, they talk over enough of them that you don't realize how really long they are. This time, there were several places where they just let the silences go, and everyone just cracked up. No dialogue, no music, no movement. Just people standing there rooted to the spot like shopkeeper NPCs or someone on The Secret Life of the American Teenager.

And the "Welcome Back Norman" short almost killed me. What on earth? It's a short about some guy trying to make his way out of the airport parking lot! Who could possibly have been the intended audience for that?

I'm glad I bought my ticket in advance and picked it up early. I got there at 5:30 so I could walk across the street and get dinner, and I was the only one there. The woman at the window said, "So, what is a Rifftrax anyway?" I said, "Well, they take a bad movie and make jokes about it. It's kind of silly." Because it does sound silly to try to explain it. (Although they do good movies sometimes too, right, like Lord of the Rings? That is, I'm assuming Lord of the Rings are good movies; I've never stayed awake long enough to find out.)

I came back about 25 minutes before showtime, and while it was pretty full, managed to score two buffer seats. It continued to fill up, and I got a little worried, but then it started, and I was like, "All right, buffers accomplished!" Then a couple minutes into the Norman short a woman wearing perfume came and sat down next to me. So close! But at least I still had one uncontested armrest, and that's a victory. It really was almost sold-out, and I was glad to see that.

There's another one in October for Birdemic, and I'm hoping D can make that one. He really would have loved this.

I came home and he greeted me with forty minutes of ranting about his horrible day before asking me about it. Poor kid. He's really going to be miserable this term. And as of this morning they still hadn't found a placement for him yet, but the school he was scheduled for isn't taking anyone else. Fingers crossed that he doesn't end up in Cullman or something.

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