
We saw
The Haunting in Connecticut at a screening in Hollywood last night - and Mannnnnnn's Chinese Theatre, does this flick ROCK!
We dug everything from the eerie vibe to the creepy score and superlative performances; we also enjoyed watching the fanboys and high schoolers jump out of their seats like Mexican beans at some of the gnarlier scares. Not that we were immune to the events onscreen; to the contrary, we squealed like a schoolgirl and only barely maintained control of our bowels for at least 2/3 of the movie.
So, if any of you Doo-ers need a break from tax preparation, Lenten fasting, and the economy - i.e., "reality" - we suggest you do yourselves a big favor and go see
The Haunting in Connecticut this weekend.
Because there's nothing like a great horror flick to remind us that, no matter how high our lives might score on the suck-scale, at least we don't live in a house haunted by angry, tormenting demons who want to use our skin as their personal scratch pad. So we have that going for us, which is nice.