Five Hundred Dollars
(Quite Possibly Six)
As of today, who’s more
marginal than the rich?
A few nights ago, I said
to my betrothed, as I was
flipping through trailers
on YouTube (a habit I
spend way more time
doing than actually
watching movies in
toto), “There’s too
much severity in
upcoming cinema,”
without breaking
my focus on the
bombardment of
preview after pre
view—until I at
last decided there
was one heavy-
handed trend that
practically had me
off to the movies
again: there seems
quite a set of very
dark flicks that fer
ociously fillet a
particularly un
witting slew of
clueless (and clue
lessly filthy) uppity
upper class denizens.
These each look prime
for our times with
pleasing oddball
casts that each look
utterly horrific (in the
horror movie genre
sense), and while I can
so rarely sit through a
traditional horror movie
anymore, it would seem
that I am down and quite
excited for these uberly
dark and disgusting
comedies that appear
to innovatively lure the
ridiculously wealthy
into something that
at first seems richly
dignified only to slice
and dice them with
bleak and delightful
abandon for a couple
or so hours in the
cinema’s perpetual
state of midnight.