A couple months ago, I started this blog with a clear-eyed intention to become a better writer and to inspire others to start writing, too. Unfortunately, as I stumbled through October's blog-a-day experiment, I think things became muddled and the reason I started writing in a blog again was lost. Every night, I sit in front of a laptop in the living room or the other laptop in the spare room and think "Tonight's the night." There is no inspiration, though, beyond wanting to vent negative emotions and so I usually end up killing some zombies or browsing random forums. Then I started browsing Netflix...
Today, after watching the worst movie I've ever seen,Monster Brawl, I wondered if zombies would bother attacking Frankenstein's monster at all, since he's made of dead parts. Also, I wondered how a movie could have a pretty good idea and then just execute it so poorly. I feel like this is a movie that someone was really serious about but halfway through, they realized it was not going to turn out how they wanted so they tried to make it "so bad it's good" and failed there, too. The most obnoxious part of this movie was that, for no reason whatsoever beyond the director probably playing a lot of Mortal Kombat, there is an announcer voice that randomly throws out "Magnificent" and "Great Combo" during the fights. I guess another explanation might be that the director saw Scott Pilgrim and thought you could just add anything you want and it will make sense.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that Scott Pilgrim vs. the World really didn't make sense but there was some sort of suspension of disbelief that the movie cultivated so that a person exploding into coins after being beat up didn't really seem that weird and the announcer voice and "Round 1" titles that popped up weren't out of place. Meanwhile, this movie about "classic" monsters battling in a wrestling ring just doesn't seem to bother with any sort of logic. There's a referee for all of half a match and he is quickly murdered and never replaced. Jimmy Hart, who played himself in this, comments "Well, you don't really need a referee" and that is that. That's only one example but my head hurts too much to provide more.
This is the kind of movie that isn't even enjoyable to make fun of. It's just bad and if anyone else was at the house while I was watching it, I'd probably be embarrassed. Luckily, it was guy's night, whoooo!...which means I was home alone. So, now that I've written something , I feel better and guy's night continues! Whooo! I'm gonna go do some dishes and eat left over chicken! GUY'S NIGHTTTTT!!!
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