2005-10-19 07:43
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Between tossing, turning, and cats throwing up (or fighting underneath the house), last night was "Violent TV Shows" in dreamland.
There was something trivial with sharks, but the big one was one of those hourlong, tense, gritty, made-for-TV movies about a young woman [frankly, it looked like
verticalface, and might as well have been] and her asshole ex, who was stalking her. He finally broke into her apartment in a Shining-like doorway scene, whereupon she promptly shoved a big fucking knife into his midsection, and bolted around the apartment, with him staggering after, a barbecue fork in hand. Using some sort of Jedi Mind Trick or other psychic power, she made him drop that, pull a short, hooed, many-holed, multi-fingered knife that looked like something out of one of those survival catalogs from his pants pocket, and jam it into his right eye as he bent backwards over her electric range (the kitchen looked a lot like K's old place in Buffalo).
There was something trivial with sharks, but the big one was one of those hourlong, tense, gritty, made-for-TV movies about a young woman [frankly, it looked like
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*grr*
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