A link to
save you the effort of archive-diving.Long-time readers of this comic know that I love crappy movies. A good Saturday night is sitting in front of the television and drawing during the weekly SyFy movie marathon.* When I color the comic, I pull up a bad horror film on Netflix on my tiny second monitor and watch it out of the corner of my left eye. I do this mainly to keep my lizard brain company with the noise and flashing lights, but every so often, my left eye realizes that what's on the screen is
good and I sort of get pissed off because now I'm actually watching a movie instead of working.
This happened with
Grave Encounters the other day, except I went through the first 30 minutes of the film on autopilot until my left eye screamed at me to pay attention to the stuff on the screen because it was scared and wanted some company. The rest of me got dragged into a premise I had seen a dozen times before: Hey, we are ghost hunters who are fairly awful people; hey, we are ghost hunters in a haunted house; hey, the house is actually haunted; hey, we are all dead, cough, blood, run credits. Except this is an honestly scary movie where this tired premise works.
It's a slow build, folks, and you will hate it unless you're a fan of horror, so I'm not recommending it for anyone else. But if you are, it's on Netflix instant download. Grab a beer and a buddy, and ignore the scene with the dangling arms because, well, that was just inexplicably dumb.
*Hush. I'm old and married, and you get a comic out of it.
