Long ago, when my hair was brown and my age in single digits, I would dress my motley assortment of Barbie dolls in their fanciest gowns, dab some baby powder on their faces and press a pair of painstakingly-handcrafted Plasticine vampire fangs to their lips. They would all take turns playing the roles of Dracula’s murderous brides and Bram Stoker’s human heroines. It should be noted that they did a commendable job. Continue reading
“Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that witches are often betrayed by their appetites; dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always; hearts can be well-hidden, and you can betray them with your tongue.”
– Neil Gaiman, Instructions
I emerged from the depths of my desk a few nights ago to drag myself into the living world and watch Lights Out with my fabulous Final Guy.
Based on the elegant short film that led to the feature length production, I was really expecting something a bit smarter and slicker – that said, it was still visually lovely and well-acted, with a few satisfying jump-scares thrown in. The perfect complement to an evening of snuggles and popcorn. Continue reading