Bad Movie Night and Boner Time.

I am baking cookies. Having baked cookies, all I can say is I need more practice baking cookies. They're not ruined, but they're not mom's, either. 

That's all there is to say about that.

I watched part of the Oscars tonight and for the first time since I've been watching the Oscars I was only about half interested. This is the first year in a long time that I hadn't seen any of the movies that were nominated. I'm going to have to watch them, though. I'm just going to wait until they're out on dvd. Out of all the nominees this year there wasn't one outside of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button that I really wanted to see in theatres. Everyone I thought would win did. I will admit though that since there weren't any movies I had seen, there wasn't one I was particularly rooting for, either. 

I also realize that there's a recession going on but the presentation was the lamest one I've ever seen. How about having a pulse, people? I did like the end credits being a long trailer orgy for almost every major movie coming out this year. I hope to be seeing a lot of these flicks. 

I like going to movies by myself. It's a lot more fun that you'd think. I don't mind seeing them with other people, but if you can't find anybody to go with, or you just want to blow through an afternoon watching matinees, you really can't go wrong by yourself.

Which brings me to last night, which was Bad Movie Night. It had been far too long since we'd had one so I was already pretty jazzed to be meeting up with the Circle and watching some good old fashioned crapola. 

We started off with Buster's selection, Mulva, Zombie Ass Kicker. There were some zombies, and there was some humor, but there was very little actual ass kicking. There was chocolate syrup addicted Mulva, her friend the London Whore, and some kind of Don King anime guy in black face. We had no idea if the Don King anime guy was really ironic and hilarious or just really racist, but it was a fun little flick. I no longer feel bad about my camera work or production values. If Mulva, Zombie Ass Kicker can get a distribution deal, I feel kind of good about my chances.

Jeremy's selection was a hunk of shit called Demons at the Door. The ending was hilarious, but to get to it you had to sit through an awful lot of meathead posturing by the lead doofus in the bad toupée and obviously bad special effects. Though there was naked shower chainsaw, which was pretty swell. We decided it was disqualified for the naked shower chainsaw, and the ending saved it from bad movie hell. 

We rounded out the night with my movie, The Devil's Nightmare, which didn't get finished because the kid woke up. We spent most of the time trying to guess which of the seven deadly sins each of the seven stranded tourists represented and trying not to stand up during the rock hard boner inspiring lesbian scene between Lust and Sloth. The women they got for those old Gothic Italian horror movies were ridiculously hot. Face meltingly hot. I don't know where they found them because you just don't see women that hot in movies anymore. Anyhow I don't know if my movie won but it did go directly into the spank bank.