Now you can buy primo copies of such classics as Halloween, Dawn of the Dead, and Martin for a few measly bucks. Some companies are even adding deleted scenes.
I had mixed feelings about Event Horizon. Overall, I would say the film is OK but very difficult to become embroiled in and ultimately tough to care about.
The blockbuster of the summer should be Contact. Viewing this classic, I felt the ghost of Carl Sagan was sitting next to me going, “Cool… this film rocks.”
A favorable pastime is gathering buddies, videos, and a case of Snapple (or favorite beverage). You can laugh like maniacs, and stop the film for discussion.
Money hungry distributors are now packaging the worst-ever horror films in tacky boxes with holograms and/or naked women to attract the no-brain jamboree.
The goal is simple; beat the snot out of your opponent before he severely injures you. And if you win, you can heal in luxury with a nice chunk-o-change.