
I’m a big Clive Barker fan. I’m a big fan of the books of blood…well minus a
couple of stories. So when I saw this poster for the Books of Blood movie I had to share it. For those of you who don’t know how the Books of Blood begins (for shame) this poster is basically depicting what happened to a guy posing as a physic medium in a haunted house. All the spirits in the house write their stories on his body using glass from the broken windows. Although I don’t remember the guy walking around like a badass after having his body ravaged by supernatural forces with shards of glass. Damn Hollywood.
Oh well I just hope the movie rocks and isn’t a disappointment like most of his other movies. Because every time I leave a Barker film I am bewildered, disappointed, with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Sort of like how my wife felt when I showed her my Raw Head Rex**.
**Sorry for the lame joke, I just really needed a reason to refer to my amazingly amazing penis as Raw Head Rex.

I mean really who didn’t hate his character and want Rambo to break bad? Don’t even get me started, because I may never shut up about it, and that won’t be good for anyone involved. But Rambo (Rambo 4 for those keeping count) is…well…it’s good…but not great. Bad but not horrible. It’s just kind of there if you know what I mean. I have never come out of a movie feeling so apathetic. For every bad point I would find something good but nothing great. So if you have to see it see the matinee (like I did) it will soften the blow.



