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Video Review
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
By Tracy Farr
Editor, The Daily Spittoon
Every now and then you have to steel yourself to go to the
horror section of the video store, pick up one of those 20-year-old scary
movies, and watch the thing that turned you into the kind of person you are
today.
I believe that if I had never watched "Invasion of the
Body Snatchers" I would love eating vegetables today. But I did, and now I
don't. In fact, I can't even pass by a bucket of freshly picked peas still
in their pods without sweating like a pig in August with nary a drop of mud in
sight. And don't even get me started on Brussel sprouts. They remind me of tiny
alien heads rolling around in hot-buttered broth.
If the word "spinach" doesn't send your stomach turning
cart wheels then you've probably already been turned into a soy bean-based alien
and reading this is not on your list of priorities. As for me, I don't
care how strong Popeye gets when he eats it, spinach is not getting past my lips
as long as I can help it.
I eat carrots every now and then because they give you
superhuman eye sight, and once in awhile I'll eat a salad, but only socially;
but put a spoonful of greens on my plate and you and I are going to come to
blows. I may die of scurvy some day for the lack of veggies I eat, but so
be it. Better that than to end up hatching out of some bean pod in
somebody's back yard, looking for a bowl of Ranch Dressing to dip myself into.
The movie is rated PG for some scary scenes, and I do
remember seeing a naked head of lettuce pass by. Other than that, the most
frightening moment of the movie is seeing Leonard Nimoy without his Spock pointy
ears. If you can get past that, you've got it made.
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