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Sunday Night Spooky
Jul. 12th, 2004 01:06 pmWatched The 4400 last night to which, quoth Toys: "Well, that was a cut above the usual saucermen crap. At least it was better than Taken. That shit was un-f**king-watchable." That boy always makes me laugh. (I suppose it goes without saying that we watch a lot of "that saucermen crap," so it's said in a loving way.)
I'll probably give this little mini-series a try - the first ep seemed promising enough, despite the creepiness of seeing the myth-making process getting to work on our perception of "Homeland Security" as some kind of less stylish Men in Black organization. Urgh. And for some odd reason, it also featured the same song as in the opening credits of Kingdom Hospital. Go figure.
Followed this up - because I'm sure everyone's interested - with a late-night viewing of Death at Love House, a 1976 made-for-TV movie with Kate Jackson and Robert Wagner which I think I vaguely remember watching when it originally aired. (This is from a DVD compliation of cheapie horror movies we got for Xmas.) Was suprised to realize that a) considering that these formula dramas used to be churned out at an astounding clip, it wasn't too bad a film b) the trite beautiful-woman-loses-her-beauty-then-goes-insane plotline that '70s TV never seemed to get enough of doesn't make my jaw clench like it used to (not sure why - that used to guarantee a throbbing temple vein, along with anything to do with adopted-child-seeks-birth-parents) and c) young Kate Jackson (yes, the one from the original Charlie's Angels) has an innocent affect that reminded me more than a little of Alyson Hannigan. The movie also featured a brief expository John Carradine cameo (whose voice never fails to send me shivers), and Sylvia Sydney, who some may remember as Juno, the chain-smoking ghost from Beetlejuice. (I then found out through IMDB that Sylvia Sydney died of throat cancer, which gave me a larger ironic chill than the movie could produce.)
I'll probably give this little mini-series a try - the first ep seemed promising enough, despite the creepiness of seeing the myth-making process getting to work on our perception of "Homeland Security" as some kind of less stylish Men in Black organization. Urgh. And for some odd reason, it also featured the same song as in the opening credits of Kingdom Hospital. Go figure.
Followed this up - because I'm sure everyone's interested - with a late-night viewing of Death at Love House, a 1976 made-for-TV movie with Kate Jackson and Robert Wagner which I think I vaguely remember watching when it originally aired. (This is from a DVD compliation of cheapie horror movies we got for Xmas.) Was suprised to realize that a) considering that these formula dramas used to be churned out at an astounding clip, it wasn't too bad a film b) the trite beautiful-woman-loses-her-beauty-then-goes-insane plotline that '70s TV never seemed to get enough of doesn't make my jaw clench like it used to (not sure why - that used to guarantee a throbbing temple vein, along with anything to do with adopted-child-seeks-birth-parents) and c) young Kate Jackson (yes, the one from the original Charlie's Angels) has an innocent affect that reminded me more than a little of Alyson Hannigan. The movie also featured a brief expository John Carradine cameo (whose voice never fails to send me shivers), and Sylvia Sydney, who some may remember as Juno, the chain-smoking ghost from Beetlejuice. (I then found out through IMDB that Sylvia Sydney died of throat cancer, which gave me a larger ironic chill than the movie could produce.)