It's Shelley Duvall's Fault

If Scooter and I hadn't watched Darkness, (horrible, horrible, weakly written horror flick that deserved the 3% rating it got), we wouldn't have been comparing it to The Shining, which it clearly wanted to be, (Dad coming through the broken door, possessed by something, little boy sees dead kids in the hallway), and would not therefore have been stuck trying to get Shelley Duvall's name off the tip of my tongue and into my brain. (Isn't that a Billy Ocean song?) Yeah, the Netflix teaser states that the film is a "nail-biting exercise in supernatural horror," but I bit my nails only because I was bored and annoyed that I was that bored during a supposedly scary movie.

I finally got up to go take half an ambien (not good, running out) before my window on that option closed (Eryn up at 7:00, Mommy drugged sleepy; she might get strawberry instead of chocolate milk and then all hell would break loose. If I can believe what that entails based on Darkness, it will take me forever to wash the blood of my cooking range once I really wake up.) Of course, as soon as I made the decision to take the sedative/hypnotic, I remembered Shelley's last name, but I was up, now.

Fortunately, we have Alone in the Dark, with its stellar rating, coming up in our queue. I have a tough time believing it will be 3 times worse than Darkness. Really, even on the Bad Movie Scale (where Scooter gives most snake movies in Sci-Fi a "3,") this one was a 1.