The Third Way

Last night me and JZ were going to get down with the myspace kids or touch the zeitegeist or maybe just sit uncomfortably in the cold for a bit and behold the hype that was Lilly Allen at St Jeromes. To the surprise of neither of us by the time we got to Jeromes' at 6.30 there was a queue almost to the end of the laneway. We decided to cop to our uncool/hipness and laugh at the people in the line instead (this was harder than it should've been given the wafts of tear-inducing stench from the garbage bins we picked our way past) on our way back to the tram and the more comfortable proposition of watching dvds and Wednesday night ABC (shut up, the ABC rocks on a Wednesday night).



So we ended up watching The Descent from Neil "Dog Soldiers" Marshall which I wanted to hate but which, upon sober consideration, actually has one of the best endings for a horror/thriller thing that I've seen in ages. Sure, the actual filming of the end sucks arse but the idea behind it is actually awesome.

If you've ever found yourself thinking at the start of one these thriller/horror/zombie things "oh goddamnit, that stupid beefcake is going to defy the odds and emerge attractively ruffled at the end in time to eat icecream in the manly aloneness of space/the apocalyptic future/back of an ambulance" or found yourself sitting vaguely stunned at the end saying "wtf? they all died? really??" and then every other time you've found yourself in the video store holding some dark covered dvd in your hand and you look at the back and you consider the gore and the blood and the killing and then the fact that you pretty much know the ending already and then you start singing "is that all there is?" and move to paris and take up smoking because you so fucking jaded by these movies and you already know everything... Anyway, if you've ever felt like that, The Descent is actually rather cool. I had to yell that it sucked on my way out though - it just wouldn't've been a satisfying night without some level of hatred.