Silence is Golden
Last night LCF and I tried to shake off the week’s worries with a little date nite. In an imprompu flurry after work, we got all dolled up in our goth-punk finery and hit the street for a bit of a rummage at the Strand, a hurried bite at Cosi, and then some big budget terror at the cineplex, complements of Silent Hill. This picture of my foxy paramour was taken before the flick, so you can just imagine how freaked out we both looked afterwards. While it wasn’t anything like what I expected (I suspect the DVD release will have at least another hour of exposition that never made it to theatrical release) this movie still scared the crap out of me. Plus, it was very rad to see a horror movie where all the main characters were women, without any cheesy gimmicks, or awkward explanations, or mandatory exile to some chick flick ghetto. The theater was evenly packed with men and women, and the action was grisly and uncompromising despite the fact that women and little girls were dong all the heavy lifting in the plot. I had nightmares about the movie once we came home (of course) and woke up choking, coughing, and begging for water. Lordy, I can be such a sensitive child sometimes.