don’t you mean House of AWESOME?

I saw House of Wax! I was so excited, I was bouncing in my seat. And it was great because it was the day after its release, it was raining and the movie theater parking lot was packed, but the only ones there to see this cinematic masterpiece were Steve and I and a woman a few rows behind us who brought her 12-year-old-ish daughters with her, and from her ranting in the ladies room afterwards she had clearly been cajoled into doing so and was none too happy about it.

It was GREAT…it had all the important elements of a terrible horror movie, like one of the main male characters telling the main female character, “OK, well, I know we just got a little bit abducted by a toothless, knife-wielding guy who collects roadkill for fun, but I’m just going to run into his house over there that’s clearly the gateway to hell and use the bathroom. But I’ll be right back. You stay here in the passenger seat of his pick-up truck.” Attention to my guy friends: You’re not leaving me to pee. I’m coming with you.

Of course, people separate throughout the whole movie. “I can’t believe we just narrowly escaped death! Okay, you go that way and I’ll go this way.” None of these characters are like me. But I don’t suppose it would make for a very good scary movie if the first time something remotely creepy happened, the main character was like, “Wow, this is totally fucked up and we’re leaving right this second. Hey, did you bring money for tolls?”

Great scene in a camping tent with Paris Hilton: First, she strips for her boyfriend, and then she decides to tell him she thinks she’s pregnant. Then he runs outside because he’s upset that the CD he put on has stopped playing, and when he doesn’t come back for a really long time, even though the only thing he left to do was check on the CD right outside the tent, she thinks “oh well” and goes to sleep. Sounds about right.

Oh, also, it had that fantastic scene where the main female character goes into the house and finds all the incriminating newspaper clippings letting you know exactly what the bad guys have done, and just as she opens her mouth to tell the only friend of hers that’s survived that far with her…well, you know how that goes. I love the newspaper clipping scene, though! Attention bad guys: Make sure that whenever you do bad things, you neatly clip the newspaper articles detailing the crimes, and that you keep them in the first drawer in your house that anyone would think to look in (it’s helpful if it’s in a desk on top of which there’s a glass jar containing a cow fetus or something equally subdued). And don’t go and scrapbook those articles, oh no…make sure you stack them sequentially so the first one is about something that we know or suspect you did, but as the main character continues to sift through, we find out about stuff you did that we had no idea about but that conveniently ties back to an unsettled issue from earlier in the movie, and only then will we know the depth of your madness.

So, go see it! Or just rent it when it’s in the discount bin at Blockbuster next week.

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2 Responses to “don’t you mean House of AWESOME?”


  1. 1 Darren May 10, 2005 at 11:33 am

    I haven’t seen House of Wax, but your description of Paris’ scene was priceless. I like to follow up those kinds of descriptions of scenes featuring train wreck personalities with this capper: “And you know the sad part? (INSERT NAME HERE) didn’t even know the cameras were rolling.”

  2. 2 chillier May 10, 2005 at 11:43 am

    What heterosexual guy goes in search of an actual bathroom when he has the option of peeing outside?


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