martin

July 27, 2012

It seems as if i've been trying to see Martin, forever.
I can be forgiven the first 11 years it existed and i did not, but the rest?
Nuh uh.
Bad form.

Romero does a stellar job of forcing you to constantly ask,

Is Martin a vampire, or just a seriously screwed up kid that needs to put away the Anne Rice novels and find himself a nice, somewhat bitey, MPDG?

In that typical 70s, blood-that's-quite-clearly-ketchup, sort of way that he does so well.


The fear of ketchup exists.
Saltomaphobia.
I did not know this until about two minutes ago.
Poor saltomaphobians.



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