Fun times!

Jamie and I love terrible 50's sci-fi movies. The kind of movies that are so atrociously bad they're awesomely good... Bad acting? No-name actors? Purposeless plots? Tons of stock footage? Really unfortunate monsters? Voyages to the Moon? Silver-clad space goddesses? All good!

We went out and bought ourselves 2 dvd sets with a total of 100 terrible movies yesterday for only $5o -- what a steal! One set of sci-fi and one of mysteries. All afternoon we were rubbing our hands in glee, waiting for Cole's bedtime so we could watch the first one. And a doozy it was - The Incredible Petrified World. A world that was neither incredible nor particularly petrified/petrifying, just really, really bad. Yay!! It involved a group of fools (boy, girl, boy, girl of course) who travel underwater for some vague reason (to investigate a "phantom layer" in the ocean) in a diving bell. Shocking - they get stuck down there. My favourite part - they venture out of the diving bell in scuba gear and find a set of caves containing oxygen and then the men go back to the death-trap diving bell to collect fishing poles (?) and their shoes (??)... Totally worth the .50 we paid for it. Can't wait for the next one - The Queen of the Amazons.

Once we're finished these 100 movies we are totally going to get more of these 50-movie packs. They're bundled by broad genre - horror, drive-in, nightmare worlds and catacomb of creepshows are all on our wish list. Oh, so many cinematic horrors - how wonderful! :-)

On the subject of movies again...

So to join in on the innumerable people discussing the Sex and the City movie (when there are much more important things to talk about in an election year on a warming planet), I just thought I'd share a couple of really funny articles on the subject, courtesy of New York Magazine.

First, we have the Fug Girls (of the fantastic blog Go Fug Yourself) discussing the various fashion-related aspects of the movie. Although that might be saying they review nearly the whole movie - it's mostly fashion montages, from the sounds of it.

And secondly there's the hilarious piece called "Would Men Really Rather Be Shot Than Watch ‘Sex and the City’?". Complete with an escalating series of traumas men would trade for a free pass to do something else... Sounds as though, while not willing to subject themselves to live fire, several men would rather do many other painful things rather than go see it. Which is just fine - it's really more something you go see with the girls anyway.

I'm sure it's at least as shallow and silly as the series. I'm going to try and sneak out during the day this week to see it with Cole for something to do - hopefully he'll sleep through it anyway! I think Jamie passed his loyalty test when he came to see Becoming Jane with me last summer in a theatre full of sighing ladies.