Thank you for bearing with me while I was on vacation. I had a great time in the woods fighting bears and building log cabins while watching the Olympics and drinking scotch.
Today, I got to celebrate my return to Chicago by watching another Roger Corman movie.
Feels like home.
Shitty, boring, terrible home.
It’s solidly that time of year now where it’s uncomfortable to hang around your home or apartment without socks or slippers on. In the spirit of that, I chose a nice warming beer, and a wintry movie.
It was kind of a picturesque night at the beers and b-movies HQ, still and silent. The purply darkness of the winter evening seeped in through the windows, peaceful, covering me with a pleasant coolness, swaddling me. As the lights dimmed and I sat by the soft glow of the television, it was as if the whole room was frozen in time. Perfect. Untouchable.
I was like, fuck that noise.
So I cranked up the volume on the TV until the fragile stillness of the night was completely shattered and replaced by the screams of Swedish vacationers, the grunts of Nazi zombies, and my own outbursts of “Oh shit!”.
Boom. Here we go. My roommate’s been on me for months to watch this giant pile of movie, so it’s happening. Oh, and yeah, no relation really between the beer and the movie for this one. Though, Simon is an Old Testament name. To make up for it, there’s a surprise in the beer review.
Don’t worry, I didn’t put anything in your drink.
Hit the jump.
This is it, guys. You knew it was only a matter of time.
Troll 2 up in this bitch. Do I really need to introduce this one?
We’re drinking a beer called Headless Man too. Because trolls and headless men go together like crack cocaine and more crack cocaine.
Hit the jump.