Let me tell you a story about friendship, a story of me and my best friend Eli. Its a typical tale of friendship, and what makes a great friendship at that. Its a story about unconditional love, of support, and also of pure unadulterated hatred. Yes, hatred. b/c as much as i love her, there are moments that i wish that i could get rid of her, abondon her, destroy her, and never think about her again.

but of course, i can't. b/c she's what friendship is about. she's good for me. she is always there when i need her, ready to take my abuse when i'm angry or tired or bitchy. she allows me to go at my own pace, allowing me to warm up to the soul bearing release of emotions. and she doesn't judge me. she doesn't say i told you so when i keep coming back to her with the same pathetic stories. she never contradicts me, or interrupts me. she is simply there for me, usually for twenty minute intervals, but if i'm really angry or depressed, she'll allow me as much time as i need, though i usually can't take more than forty minutes. but in those moments, it is then that i hate her most. b/c as supportive and dependable she is, she whips my ass. without saying a word, i feel what she wants to say. as supportive as she is, she is also brutal and relentless and cold. and she loves to torture me. and she doesn't let up, b/c she knows its goof for me. and its up to me to stop.

so every day, we pop in some groove tunes, we get some fluids, and we have a heart to heart. and in that time, b/c of her, i see things clearly, or i can't think at all. but its good to have her there.

and she only cost me about $500.00.

just in case you are a horror buff, and you watched "night of the living dead", one of the best horrors ever, and thought to watch "return of the living dead", let me warn you right now, not the same thing.

one is a classic for a reason. the other, wow. i can't even explain.

there were two types of 80's horrors. the good because its bad, and then the bad because its aweful (but i'll still watch it because it has to be watched). this is definately the latter. so campy and cheezy, and plotted. there is not one good thing about this movie. its right up there with the worst horror movie i've ever seen "truth or dare" (and not the madonna movie, those it could be).

the zombie's jirate around with no sense of "deadism" (trust me, there is an art to being a zombie). one of the zombies actually says "ah, brain", because he eats brains. ridiculous. and, even though its dead, so it should only have basic movements and desires to feed, it has the sense to try to get to a girl hiding behind some metal doors by wrapping a chain around the handles and then cranking lift so that the doors will be forced open. nonsense.

honestly, there is a certain science and etiquette and common sense to horror movies. things that make a horror movie a good one. and this movie has none of that. it has the classic recipe of plot and elements of an 80's horror, but nothing that actually makes it a true horror classic. shame.

i think Brad Peyton is a genius at storytelling in film making. If you're lucky then you know him from the "What Its Like Being Alone" series. He has a great way of making morbid and dark seem normal and light hearted. Its also why i enjoy Tim Burton so much, or Barry's Sonnenfeld's "Addams Family" and the like. The added plus with Brad Peyton is that he's Canadian.

anyway, i was watching tv today when i saw another short by Peyton called "Evelyn: The Cutest Evil Dead Girl". Its a fabulous story, about 8 minutes. In a culture of catering to the masses with shows that are as generic and form fitting as possible, its nice to watch something that's creative and non-generic.