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15 June 2003 @ 01:51 am
Well.  
I accidentally ordered the score to Forrest Gump rather than the song-based soundtrack. The score, by Alan Silvestri, is just the usual drowsy, vaguely uplifting background music with occasional dramatic leaps--not bad, but nothing I'd have bought on purpose.

Listening to the score to Forrest Gump while watching Pet Sematary 2 changes the tone of the movie in weird ways. A woman climbing the stairs to her death becomes infused with joyous anticipation. Drill attacks, exploding gobbets of flesh, putrid melting faces, all turn strangely poignant. I discovered I could watch the most horrifying things with mild interest and a sleepy, Ozlike calm. Huh.

Edward Furlong is a scary little fucker. Someday we may discover that he supplemented his Hollywood career with a sideline in serial killing.

Oh, and by the way, did you know there is a movie called Porn 'n Chicken? And that it's based on a true story?

The whole KFC 'n QAF evening spent with friends the other night was trendy, I guess, though we didn't know it at the time. But honestly, porn and chicken...that's just not right. Naming it for what it is makes me vaguely queasy. I am going to veto any more chicken. Besides, porn 'n pizza is at least alliterative.
 
 
 
Darcydarcydodo on June 15th, 2003 02:18 am (UTC)
Yeah, the song-based soundtrack is really cool. ;)

The whole KFC 'n QAF evening spent with friends the other night was trendy, I guess,

But... but... greasy fingers! Agh! :)
Anna S.eliade on June 15th, 2003 02:24 am (UTC)
But... but... greasy fingers! Agh! :)

Surprisingly, chicken fat--not as sexy as you'd think. But maybe that's the point you were making. ;)
Darcy: willowtaradarcydodo on June 15th, 2003 02:31 am (UTC)
But maybe that's the point you were making.

Somehow... yeah. ;)
automatedalice_ on June 15th, 2003 08:05 am (UTC)
chicken'n'porn (it's that way, not the other way round) has been a longstanding tradition (since the 80s, at least) at my alma-mater. when i was in school, they even had tee-shirts made. you always knew what was going down at second reuter on tuesdays, & it wasn't just ron jeremy.