I’ve been watching a bunch of crap at home lately, so here are my hot takes on a bunch of the neat things anybody can rent right now. Yeah, even you… …Winston! Sitting there in your green t-shirt, and basketball shorts. Drinking that Dr. Pepper. Slowly wondering how I’m staring at you through your window, even though your shades are down…
(I’m banking on a lot of specific things to fall in place there, so I can blow that guy’s mind)
If I had went to see this movie with my fiance on a Friday night, and we got drinks and popcorn, and I had ended up spending $35 dollars to experience I, Frankenstein; I probably would have been bitter and angry that I wasted so much time and money on it. But I saw it by myself, at 11 in the morning, I snuck in a free can of soda, and I had $5 left on a gift card; so at Regal’s “Economy” pricing, I ended up only paying $1 out-of-pocket to see this thing. Not too much risk in that investment. But did I get one dollar worth of entertainment out of I, Frankenstein…? …(hesitantly) Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaah… I guess so…
Every so often, I stumble upon a movie with a premise so enticing that I can’t resist. So let me throw this one at you: Someone actually made a feature-length film about a demon that lives inside Ken Marino’s butt. It’s 84 minutes long. And it’s entirely about a butt demon.
Dino Bone 