Feeling nostalgic, missing friends I haven’t yet met and ones I used to have..
by Tisha Wardlow
Category Archives: Inquiring Minds
My introduction page as a writer trying to get publsihed and a collection of posts showing who I am through ancetdotal musings about my life or how I am inspired to write or why I write and how I write in my own wierd little way.
Evil Dead -2013 Remake now out on DVD…my review
Finally saw the Evil Dead Remake tonight on DVD….yeah it took me a while. I was busy okay.
First off, I will start off by saying I loved the original Evil Dead movie when I first saw it so many years ago. You might say it was my very first real Horror movie I ever saw at the movie theatre. I was eleven years old when I saw this movie…ELEVEN! What was my mom thinking when she took me to this thing? I remember my mom running out in horror about forty-five minutes in, and waiting for us in the lobby until the movie had finished.
Quite a movie to see for your first horror movie in a theatre, wouldn’t you agree?
It displayed gore in a whole new facet for me. Splurting and sputtering bloody stumps, talking decapitated heads, grinding of pencils into ankles, raping via foliage. It was a pure physical master piece of horrific damage on display. Besides all that, it was a good story. A fun story. Well fun in the sense that you felt you were there with the characters. You felt what they felt. You were there in the story with them…you felt a part of it. For me, it was a well paced, well choreographed piece of work that made sense in the world you were suddenly thrown into to try and get a grasp on. Great job Sam Raimi.
NOW for the REMAKE of EVIL Dead 2013 version:
I don’t feel I am giving anything away regarding the plot points of this movie as I speak about it here. It’s pretty much similar to the original. A group of five friends find a book of evil in the basement of the old cabin, speak words from the book they shouldn’t, and yes of course call forth an ancient evil, called I think Shaitan. Shaitan possesses one of them soon after. Then all hell breaks loose after that.
I will say that the movie started off good, but started to tank about 30 minutes in for me…bad pacing…and the stilted dialogue…characters were not engaging or realistic for people in how they would normally react to certain situations. Of the five characters only one was interesting with the rest being pretty flat which I don’t think they took full advantage of when they could have. The positive was that there were sometimes unique grotesque ways of inflicted damage upon others…:) same as the original movie had done.
For the remake, unlike the original, you never felt like you were part of the movie. Half the time you wanted to yell at the characters and ask them what the hell are you thinking? And why are you leaving her alone? And why are you leaving her alone…and what the hell are you doing? Why did just she die like that when all the rest had to die a “certain” way. Why did you choose an old rusty chainsaw with no gas over a big machete? C’mon!
Towards the end I had to shake my head at one pivotal plot point that ended with a small twist. Which I thought hey, that’s original, but not coming from him…he’s been an idiot the whole time in the movie. I don’t buy it. If you want to see what I mean then rent it, but don’t buy it. Please, it’s not worth buying.
For a grade I give it a straight B. I was disappointed. I wanted this movie to be on par with the original but it fell very short for me. I hear they may also remake Evil Dead II and perhaps the Army of Darkness movie as well… I hope they do a better job. I was only mildly entertained for the unique goriness of it at times but that was it.
I can watch the original again and the other two in the series many times over. I have no desire to see this one ever again. What does that say?
The Road – A poem
The Road
Like a tornado the ravens circle,
as roadkill litters the highway, sitting in piles by the roadside.
Scurry, scurry little ones,
lest you be picked off.
Your senses are keen but never keen enough.
For who can see
everything;
every act, every thought, every disease,
every evil deed gone awry
or to perfect plan
coming down the road.
Not me.
So be careful little creatures;
look with eyes wide as you cross the dark road.
Be smart.
Be wise.
Be wary.
and perhaps most of you will
survive the night.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
Stuff – A Love Poem
Stuff
I was busy doing stuff when you came upon me…
That smile you directed at me got me thinking about stuff.
Wonderful stuff it was indeed,
especially when you walked away
and your stuff swayed and sashayed.
But what stuff did I have to offer you?
My smile wasn’t as bright, my pockets were bare, my soul not quite right,
I didn’t shine.
Our stuffs didn’t compare.
Yet you smiled.
and all that stuff went away in the instant it was thought.
So we wined and dined, talked and walked
held hands, and kissed on a bridge while the moon hung high.
Later, my stuff came up close to your stuff,
then went into your stuff while my stuff moved all about and around.
Your stuff was monumental.
So I made you my wife.
Such is the stuff
of life.
by Philip Wardlow
Quote of the Day – Perfect
In the cold dead of winter, the homeless man on the city bus yelled out as he sat. “Happiness is a nice warm bus!” I thought idly, how perfect is that?
Deadly Campfire – A poem for all you Campers out there this summer
We abide by the warmth of the fire,
our backs to the cold night woods that surround,
as dark imaginings linger through already mangled minds.
What could it be that terrorizes us this night?
We hear it, for it roams in a circle about us,
raking its claws on the trees in its passage,
brazen and bold in its rustling of the dead leaves
underfoot as it tromps its course.
Heavy breathing speaks of a great beast.
Long ago did our merriment falter and grow
into a cruel sickness within.
Fear is our only companion at this gathering
turned into a mournful wake by nature’s
hidden foe.
Rose was a pleasant girl, bright and full
of light.
She was the first to go.
Harold never had a chance as it took him.
I have his blood splattered across my clothes.
I shall miss them both.
Max was next, with his silly stupid grin,
as it’s claws raked his face off.
Julie cried and cried, and held tight to
her log, but still she died as it took her
and that piece of rotten wood.
Sylvia and I stare into the embers,
clinging to each other and a reality
that no longer resides.
Once there were six,
now only two.
My beautiful Sylvia, my love, my life.
Yet still I feel no remorse as I throw
her to the creature and began to run… 
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by Philip Wardlow 2013
Indy and Han…Juxtaposed
Beating Tetris….- Cool Gif I found
Somewhere in the Middle – A Poem
Somewhere in the Middle
Goldilocks was a high maintenance bitch;
just eat the damn porridge
and get in bed!
Too small,too big
Too hot,too cold
Too hard, too soft.
Big, hot, and hard
and she couldn’t take it.
Never quite right.
Never quite satisfactory.
She was looking for something
perfectly somewhere in the middle.
Golden curls flowed past
shoulders which never knew
beautiful burdens.
Lips laughed at another’s pain
while a hypocrite’s snarl formed
future wrinkles to flourish
into old age.
Blue eyes never saw beyond
the vale which she never
chose to lift.
She was a pretty petite THING,
the ugly cute troll under the bridge,
in her own graceless sort of
way.
Payment was always expected.
The world owed her the world.
Not once pausing….in her thinking…to reflect.
There is no you…only us,
and your somewhere in the middle
of it all just like me.
By Philip Wardlow 2013
Santo Mon
I was invited by the blog site Project Agent Orange after making comments on some of his blogs to submit an original piece for his site. Check out my first stab at poetry written specifically for a political/environmental cause….written with my own flair of course 🙂
A Poem by Philip Wardlow
Monsanto.
Yeah Mon…You know the one.
Mon
san
to.
Remember it.
Founded in 1901 by
a rich family full of ambition.
Your grandmother’s mother washed
her linens with one of their first brands
and hung them to dry in the warm
afternoon sun.
ALL, the detergent of the ages.
Other products flew off the shelf.
Who do you think made Coca Cola taste so
sweet?
Saccharin, supplied by the Santo Mon.
Here, have a drink.
It set them up real good for what was to come.
If your head was aching, grab some Aspirin.
Pop a little salicylic acid to turn that frown
upside down.
Why stop there Mon, because chemicals were their
specialty ya know;
DDT, PCBs, Agent Orange by the barrel load.
Ya see, the US government had this little war in Vietnam,
They had this idea that they could keep down the…
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