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Saturday, October 14, 2000

So I went to Scream 3 expecting mindless entertainment, and was not disappointed. We nodded in sage approval at the return to the killer being beaten up all the time, always a good thing. Every time they started the "someone's going to be very dead in ten minutes" music, I looked at my watch and wondered why I was there. I don't like this sort of movie. But it was funny enough in the rest of it to make it vaguely worth my time (since I wasn't planning anything else anyway).

J2 and R screamed seven kinds of hell at the new 'fucked-up' version of Red Right Hand. They declared that Nick Cave has achieved the essence of selling out. I suspect he's laughing all the way to the bank. Maybe this is the same thing, and I'm just not alternative enough to appreciate the concept of selling out.

I was kind of disappointed that Randy missed one of the major and main points about trilogies, though. There must, MUST, be a huge showdown at the end between the good guy and the bad guy (it doesn't, no matter what J2 says, have to be with a once-undisclosed relative). Hence, the good guy must survive up until that point. Randy's "anyone can die including you, Sid" was a blatant attempt to increase the tension and, well, quite frankly... I think he sold out.

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