13th November, 2018.
I’m …
Officially job hunting …
You couldn’t possibly tell, could you … ?
Especially as I told you in this morning’s Daily Teaser.
Either way, I’m job hunting: and the full implications are sinking in.
I’m doing to be doing nothing productive, bar looking for work for however long that takes.
And have good old fashioned money worries.
After all, my next benefit payment will be in a few days time: but is a reduced Universal Credit payment, based on the hours I had been doing.
It’s only the month afterwards — the day before Christmas Eve — that I get whatever the first full payment is.
Something tells me I have financial problems.
My PayPal ‘TipJar’ is in the side bar, if you want to help!
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At ANY rate … ?
I am officially a body with nothing to do, today.
Beyond wondering around like a forlorn leaf, blown mournfully in the autumnal breezes that can afflict a man’s soul at this time of year.
Come the evening? I could sit around, sounding pretentious.
Or, of course, catch a movie …
I caught a movie: one that’s been sitting in the collection for a while.
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The Fog opens with a small group of children, on a beach: sat Around a camp fire: being told a suitably scary story.
One of those children?
Is Andy (Ty Mitchell), only child of Stevie Wayne (Adrienne Barbeau): lighthouse keeper and late night DJ at the station serving the small Californian town of Antonio Bay.
A mall town that’s just about to celebrate it’s one-hundredth birthday …
Not knowing — as the local vicar, Father Malone (Hal Holbrook) reminds local councillor, Kathy Williams (Janet Leigh) — that the town is cursed.
Cursed …
By the hideous murder, one hundred years earlier, by the killing of a rich leper, on a leper ship, that had been lured ashore with a false signal.
You can tell something will go wrong.
Especially as the story the children were told in the opening scenes? Was all about a haunted ship that only comes out in …
The Fog … !
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Now …
Granted, I’m feeling bleak?
Did The Fog help lift or distract me?
Yes, it did, actually.
I know, right now my mood’s a stinker.
So company, or having something to do?
Is always welcome.
Having a film I’d never actually seen, until tonight?
Was welcome.
On top of that … ?
On top of that, The Fog isn’t actual as bad as I was expecting: granted, the cast aren’t perfect: but do a workmanlike job.
The writing? Again, isn’t perfect: but the story’s entertainingly written, and throws in a couple of good jump scares.
Amazing what you can do with a rock through a window!
The creatures, themselves?
Perfectly hidden, actually.
Some things try and show us — show, notice, with all that implies — grotesques, that we soon see as being men in rubber suits.
The Fog, on the other hand?
Makes sure it keeps Blake and his crew of revenants hidden, or — at the least — as back lit shadows.
With the fog, itself?
Making it’s Californian setting both gorgeously …
And frightening hidden.
OK: The Fog possibly isn’t the scariest film I’ve seen.
That still goes to The Babadook.
But The Fog is perfectly good entertainment, thirty-eight years after it’s original release …
The Fog
★★☆☆
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