See it. And yes, those are staples in her head, and staples are only the beginning. Dustin Rowles of Pajiba.com says it is “inarguably the best horror comedy since Evil Dead 2,” my personal favorite in the Evil Dead trilogy, and I think I would have to agree. Drag Me to Hell shares with it both terror and humour so well embedded within the fabric of the story that watching it is liked drinking a well mixed rye and coke…or something (I, unfortunately, have no gift for metaphor). The film drew me in so well that when Raimi played his trump card, I was totally blindsided. That doesn’t happen very often.

It was so gloriously refreshing to leave the movie theatre happy for a change instead of infuriated by the extreme levels of suckitude that have been on display lately. Of course, I still had to sit through previews for shit like The Hangover and Year One (Michael Cera, you are breaking my fucking heart, you douchebag) to get to DMTH.

P.S. Go see it, and you may want to bring your boomstick.

I don’t watch American Idol, but this really really makes me want to scream.

Give me a fucking break. THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!! THE FATTY CHILDREN!!!! OMG!! As if that girl is even fat. She probably wears a size 12 or something. Not that that should even be relevant in a SINGING contest. Now as MeMe (I don’t even need to make a joke about that one, it’s too easy) says, we all know that AI is not just about talent, but come on. Where was she when Rubben Studdard won? This really is just about further guilting women about their inablity to conform to a prescribed ideal. Nothing matters except your size. You could be an amazing singer, but forget about a career if you buy dresses in the double digits. Role model nothing. This is about devaluing all the things women do unless they maintain a tiny figure.

Not to mention the fact that this is just plain mean.

via Feministing