I came across the one-sheet for the movie Sorority House Massacre while scrolling through Tumblr, and I felt the emotional equivalent of those balloon dudes who wave their arms outside car dealerships. I was looking for something to write, as I try to always have some kind of project going. This was before You Are An Object was something I put actual energy into. I adapted two stories I already had, in prose form, into screenplays, but wanted to start something from scratch. The poster just made me feel like I found what I was looking for.
Anyway, that night, I also watched Final Destination 4, which totally sucked, obviously, but the cast was telegenic as hell, and shirtless (the dudes, mostly), and all I could think was how the characters saying stupid shit was really fucking with my ability to enjoy the movie. How life itself was no different. So this is mostly a tribute to modern, studio-driven, slasher films. It wants to fit in so bad, but its mom obviously picks out its clothes.
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Anyway, that night, I also watched Final Destination 4, which totally sucked, obviously, but the cast was telegenic as hell, and shirtless (the dudes, mostly), and all I could think was how the characters saying stupid shit was really fucking with my ability to enjoy the movie. How life itself was no different. So this is mostly a tribute to modern, studio-driven, slasher films. It wants to fit in so bad, but its mom obviously picks out its clothes.
Download: PDF
Send middle fingers and sexts to: - fishbelly619@gmail.com - @iamcolander -
