Ended up watching The First Omen last night. Or, I should say “watching,” because my laundry was more interesting and a far less ridiculous. The soundtrack clobbered everything. Too much old-school warbling, like a 90-year-old woman doing her best impression of a theremin, “oooooOOOOOoooooo.”
It was clownish, although not as clownish as all the heavy breathing, as though Nell Tiger Free spent half the movie running uphill with a vibrator in her underwear.
The whole thing was too much cliche, not enough suspense and build-up. I don’t know why so many people on Reddit thought it was great. Does Reddit skew young these days? I do feel that Gen Z and Alphas are more easily frightened than I was at that age, so if Reddit has passed to the younger generations, it would make sense if they found The First Omen scary.
Tonight’s flick, Late Night with the Devil was much better, although that wouldn’t have been too difficult. Great concept: A talk show host brings on a psychic, a possessed 13-year-old girl and her parapsychologist, and a skeptic. Demonic mayhem ensues. There were some good moments, but the ending jumped around a bit too much for me and the whole thing left too many questions unanswered.
However, they did mention Reggie Jackson and the Reggie candy bar, so here’s tonight’s candy, named after the famous baseball player after he hit three home runs in three swings and had five home runs in the 1977 World Series. These were pretty good, like a softer version of a basic turtle candy.
It’s not even 10:00 p.m. yet. Maybe I can still find something that will creep me out. I’m off tomorrow for Indigenous People’s Day, formerly known as Columbus Day. I keep telling everyone that if we still want to celebrate Italian heritage and Italian-Americans, October 21st would be a good day. Nothing to do with me wantind a parade on my birthday. Nope. No siree.
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