Summertime

So... summer has finally arrived. It has been a long, hot and rainy Spring.

I found this photo from 1926. It's hard to imagine posing on a block of ice and laughing. It makes me shiver just thinking about it.

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Of course I took the liberty to add some text.

Have you seen the movie called "Otis"? Otis is just an outcast 40 year old that wants to go to the prom with a hottie cheerleader on his arm. Unfortunately he kidnaps his dates... and if they don't cooperate... well they die.

After five high school girls are kidnapped and found dismembered, a small community finds itself in a state of terror. Parents are living in fear for their children, and the FBI are proving themselves to be completely useless. All they know about the perpetrator is that upon capture of his prey, he likes to call the girls by the name Kim, and he digs on calling their heartbroken families to ask for permission to take their daughter to his prom.

Riley Lawson is his latest victim, but she's not like the others. She's smart and knows how to play Otis' game. This eventually leads to her escape, but the story doesn't stop there. After letting her folks know she's OK, her mom makes her promise not to tell the bungling FBI agents where she was being held captive.

Why? Because it's time for some parental revenge! This dude tortured their little girl. He doesn't deserve a jail sentence. In their eyes, old Otis deserved a hell of a lot worse, and that's exactly what he was going to get. Game on!

Simply put, Otis plays like the darkest sitcom you'll ever watch. It's the perfect satire of the torture porn trend. I mean you will laugh.. and then question yourself if you should be laughing... or that you even find this stuff funny.

One second you'll be using your hand to slap your knee, and the next you'll be using it to cover your mouth in revulsion. I have never seen the actor that portrayed Otis, Bostin Christopher, before... but he will certainly be worth watching in future endeavors.

So if you are in a dark, sarcastic, let's get your freak on, then you need to rent this little flick.

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Now off to create a supper that my family will adore, who will fall on their knees proclaiming to the world that I am the greatest chef that is currently alive at this moment on this little planet we call Earth... and that I really should be the next Top Chef, Hell's Kitchen and the Next Food TV Network star/winner.

Later peeps.

Comments

Patty said…
Don't forget to post, with pictures, what you decide to prepare this evening. Also, don't you post any longer on your other blog?
Melinda said…
hum.......
Melinda said…
if that is from 1926 .....they had skimpy clothing....the women don't even dress that skimpy playing golf now
That sounds like my kind of movie, thanks for the tip.

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