ant and i spent one of our semi regular night watching horror movies, and what an odd pair they were - it started off with apretty grim, but also quite impressive opening sequence in "ghost ship" and turned out to actually be quite good with a cool sequence in the middle where the whole story unfolds. meanwhile, pizzas, staropramen and ass ale was consumed in appropriate quantities. ghost ship ended, and we moved on to the suspiciously titled "demon island", which turned out to be most likely the worst film i've/ we've ever seen - even worse than jeepers creepers - at least that started pretty good - the effects were less convincing than jason and the argonauts, the acting was worse than.... anything, ever, the plot was more predictable than you thought possible, making the most rediculously pathetic, boring, unconvincing and unscary "scary movie" ever to have been made.

so all in all, quite an amusing night in. and a lovely lie-in in the morning.

actually, i just remembered, last night, ant asking me if scary movies ever affect me emotionally/ spiritually, and i said that i'd never once dreamt about a scary movie before. and then last night, demon island figured in one of my dreams - i only vaguely remember it, but i think i was telling someone who was going to the cinema, not to watch it for the reasons given above. not exactly nightmare material then...