I sorta saw Macabre, Witness to Murder, and Perfect Sisters. It was a bit like watching the traffic behind the ambulance, which was there one minute, gone the next. I finally had to ask. Turns out ambulances these days come equipped with patient stealth technology: one flip of a switch and the rear windows instantly fog over into opaque whiteness. Why we don’t have these things in our homes is a mystery to me. Especially at night.
Whole chunks of the movies disappeared like those 15-20 minutes during which I was having a metal tube inserted into my heart. Well, I told ’em up front I didn’t want to be around for that. And they were as good as their word: I wasn’t.
It’s kind of a shame. Two of the movies, I think, had a little something going for them.
I don’t know where I go from here, what with one thing and another (the other being that I start a new job on Monday).