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Boogeyman (Stpehen T. Kay, 2005)

There are worse than the hodgepodge of Japanese Wave 'Ghost girl' we have suffered and their remakes often less painful (since it is impossible to make more concrete and anti-scary most of the time, Asians are sometimes the best shot we forget that they can often be the worst ): there are those that are produced by Sam Raimi, and if it is not he who firmly believes (the father of Darkman and Ash will forgive this sponsorship half drunk on spawning Mignonnet Drag Me to Hell) it is at least his flock when it is not his family (because Raimi has been found, take a little), so it's her fault the old! ... these films was I saying that you place an hour and Loved flashes ghostly re recycled and re- by all cyclists converted into filmmakers from the most distant and ancient mythology Goosebumps and Are You Afraid of the going-and-just stuck in a haunted house to the worst kind of dung (Type Haunting) a big con by coward mine's cat craps tips, and giving you the urge to yell to hang himself every ten seconds off her velux - hypothetical - as this facies annoying tickle the unbearable, these films, these films so my tontines and uncles and dear faithful readers, who will offer as a final indicator of the famous bogeyman some kind of rip-off fighting with the guinea pig waste pixelated ass out of the test sessions - also hypothetical - I Am Legend on the V-Tech's cousin's neighbor's boyfriend at the camera technician trainee, who ate the marshmallow into hiding in the dressing room Golum during the filming of Narnia, exactly!
Only one has already turned into jelly before English, po c'qui prevents us despite our fingers blank translucent impractical to use to make a 'fuck' good fats such bumbling that would instantly due to stay strictly necessary - to try to create if only the spark of a thrill of rabbits - a new degree under the same bit new King. A Stephen, too.

From miserable shit, like the tray of LU without chocolate.

PS: but I saw even more heartbreaking recently just imagine, and it's called The Descent Part 2.

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Mit Gas (Tomahawk, 2003)

Dear pedestrians, it is something you can not take away: the little jerk this time has been kind enough to offer you a place on his car, you have declined by irritation and disgust that is your problem, eventually ...
I remember that on End Slow or Nextclues cordially detested the character Patton had described as a spoiled kid who plays with her beautiful brand new toy, speaking of Tomahawk (and his / her super zicos cults poached by Mike), in fact it is exactly that, so it is like those candy son carrera stock in and feeling obliged to lean on the door by throwing glances falsely casual, generally you do not need to brag in a nice car because her class is required to itself for all to see, say that Mike can not help it, it is his nature, he is human and humans with what we always say weaknesses (what a man normally constituted, for example, do not resist the beautiful Jennifer mh arm, left alone to enjoy over pathetic complacency? punchline), and then he's happy to be put in its place, not everyone has the opportunity to make engine glow of Jesus, there are children starving in the Third World, even if sham it or break it, again you will be charmed or amused and a little sorry for him, at worst he tapped gently on the head, reminding him that the reverse is not only to paint the mustache .. . tuture pretty but saves the case, and the ball superstar slicked attaching / sucks that leads to the beautiful ecstatic grin and gloat and try to make him take corners too slalomesques for traction or strive to cram the Latin where there is no need, in short, s' leaning against the door with a margarita when a simple gin-Perrier case would be ample, it Roxe with class, when he does that purring sound of the engine that sweet love most finally, the little cousin. It's a shame for all those who still loved him so much stick to one, this motherfucker son of a bitch small wanker buddy of my balls to Zorn pretentious creative jazzmen pissing ... for once it is already within range of your claws, too far, too high.
look with your binoculars, you may see a major taut is his style.