Bride of Re-animator review


Last night I decided to check out Bride of Re-animator.  Let me start by saying I’m a huge fan of horror movies.  Horror is practically all I watch these days.  If you’ve seen the first Re-animator movie you’d know that its practical, gory effects are a major component of what makes the movie.  It’s a story about a medical student, Herbert West, and his friend Dan Cain and their attempts to conquer death through reanimation of dead tissue.  I was a big fan of the original because of the unsettling gore and the subtle humor throughout.

To me a good horror movie has great practical effects, a good story that I can’t predict the ending to halfway through, and elements of comedy; intentional or unintentional.  The storyline and the world created in the movie plays a big role just as the CGI and the acting.  The best movie examples of this concept are The Thing and The Mist.  My favorite movie of all time is The Thing, the original, not the remake that was spoiled by bad CGI. The Mist created a suspenseful atmosphere which didn’t rely on CGI to weave a psychological horror film which truly blew me away.  Even though the monsters are CGI the story, atmosphere, and acting made up for it.  As with The Thing you have an outside threat that’s so overwhelming that fear and paranoia takes over the survivors making them just as much of a threat to each other as the monster creating an interesting dynamic that I thought was great.

Bride of Re-animator arguably upped the gore over its predecessor, though it wasn’t as humorous.  Some of the scenes were exactly like the first which kind of bored me as it was something that I’d seen already.  Altogether, I would say it was a pretty average horror movie with great effects and it’s worth a watch if you’re into gory horror or just a horror fan in general.  There’s enough blood, severed limbs, and guts to keep gore fiends happy.  I’d give this one a 5/10, best when you’re in the mood for a campy and cheesy horror in the spirit of 80s and early 90s gore flicks.



Unicorn Frappuccino: a review

I tried Starbucks’ Unicorn Frappuccino today so you don’t have to.

First, let me tell you something about myself: I love unicorns. I have unicorn jewelry. I watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (Twilight Sparkle is my favorite, in case you were wondering). I still have the horn saved from the unicorn piñata I had at my birthday party when I was like 7. I have a unicorn/narwhal art print framed on my bedroom wall. Yeah.

So imagine my excitement when I heard Starbucks was releasing a limited edition Unicorn Frapp! (PS – I also love me some Starbucks. Give me a sugary sweet grande goodie any day of the week.) Very excitement. Much excited.

The Unicorn Frapp is a beautiful creation. Just behold its pink and blue swirly beauty, topped with whipped cream and magic sparkle sprinkles:

Unicorn Frappuccino

You expect it to taste like cotton candy, right? Or birthday cake. Or strawberries.

But no.

Oh no.

This thing is different.

I had already heard some things on the internet about the recipe for this disaster, so I didn’t go in without skepticism. It’s basically mango flavor with blue raspberry sour swirl. As you mix it, it’s supposed to magically change colors and flavors. Cool concept, but mango and sour blue raspberry in a creamy Frappuccino? Hmmm….

Here we go… @mrcheezypop #unicornfrappuccino #MaxsMunchies

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Rather than describing the experience of drinking this, allow me to show you instead:

Needles to say, I did not like it, Sam I Am. I did not like it one bit.

It is quite sour, and as you mix, the sour just permeates through the mango flavor, which would have been decent on its own. The creamy-ness of the Frapp also adds a really strange dimension; you don’t normally have sour and creamy in one drink, and for a good reason: it’s awful. Altogether an abomination. An insult to unicorns everywhere. Would not recommend.

Thankfully, the Unicorn Frappuccino will only be sold for a few days, while supplies last. Then it will magically disappear into the social media abyss, right along with the striped dress and the Harlem Shake. May it rest in peace.