Except, I actually went to see two movies yesterday, not just one. Which sort of catches me up on current horror, except that I think I missed one on a spaceship. I guess I should investigate that? Anyway, said second movie was The Stepfather, a remake of a late ’80s franchise in which this one guy moves from single mother to single mother in search of the perfect family. Since people aren’t, as a rule, perfect[1], he trends toward disappointment. Which is fine as far as it goes, except for his habit of killing everyone in a fit of rage before he moves on to the next family.

The flick was by turns tense, suddenly violent, and occasionally quite funny, but it did raise a few question in my mind. How did I watch two horror movies in a row with no nudity in evidence? (Well, one of them was PG-13, but still: lame!) Is it really warm enough in a Portland summer to justify constant bikinis? (I am willing to suspend my disbelief in service of even mildly occluded plot points.) How come murderous psychopaths have a really easy time picking up women in supermarkets, while I… (Yeah, I got nothing on this one. Obviously.)

[1] This is especially true when gathered in groups of more than one.