It's been quite a few couple of weeks. Boredom at one job lead to the discovery of the New Hampshire 48, The New England 67, and The New England Hundred Highest. Lists of mountains in New England that can be completed to obtain bragging rights and for well the physical challenge of bagging each peak. While Eryka and I have done 4K-Footers before (The NH48 and NE67 are solely comprised of peaks >4K feet high) Mount Osceola which we hiked last weekend was Aurora's first one. Little bugger did pretty good. And thus starts the quest. . . To climb them all.
The hike itself was pretty crowded, although the weather could not have been better. Sunny and mid-fifties is the perfect combination for a trek in the White Mountains which is why I'm assuming the majority of New England was out on the trail. But that's not a bad thing. In most cases I would want little-to-no people around when I'm out doing something, just how I am, but one thing about hikers is (for the most part) they're all out there to enjoy the woods and the mountains. Even those who don't want to be bothered will still smile and wave at you as you pass by on the trail. Maybe it's because we're all out there beating the shit out of our knees and ankles together but even so here's to everyone who shuts off and gets outside.
Skipping to the end of the title (why not) a new flash fiction piece of mine We All Fall Down is the featured story in this week's edition of Page & Spine. Click here to check it out. Very short. While I enjoy writing all kinds of stories and strive to at some point have a book published, I do find a soft spot for flash fiction. Just a brief look into the lives of the characters. Nothing too detailed, nothing to convoluted. Just a brief story you could read on lunch.
So. . . This leaves us with expectations. Now because this is a media website and I am a media junkie, I think it's safe to say that the expectations in question are those revolving a book, movie, or game. Well you are correct, sir. Or Madam. It is indeed about a movie. A year and a half ago, my brother, Eryka, and I took a trip to South America where we spent ten days exploring Peru. Now any cognizant American with the same colored skin that I have is aware of the dangers of certain areas in South America and even in certain areas of Peru. We were directly told certain streets and blocks not to go down in Cuzco, which judging by being there, I would have thought Lima looked more dangerous, but hey. Anyways. A few months before we went there was a particular movie that was supposed to come out by a particular director who is known for gory-horror. In fact, I'm almost positive his work has coined the term torture porn. Lovely right? Don't be so naive 90% of you have watched Saw or Hostel, the latter of which done by this particular director, Eli Roth.
So, Eli Roth was set to release a movie on a cannibalistic tribe that resided somewhere in the Peruvian rain forest a mere few months before we were set to go there. The horror junkies in each of us were ecstatic. We couldn't wait to watch this flick and get terrified. We all liked Hostel and were semi-fans / fans of Eli Roth. Long story short the movie ended up getting delayed due to marketing / promotion issues with the distribution company (least that's what the University of Google says) and it finally came out about a week ago. All this time we would recheck the web to try and find leaked copies or any information on when it was coming out and always wound up with nothing. Then it was on our doorstep with next to no warning. We were stoked. That is until I saw it. I say I because Eryka said she liked the flick and while it wasn't as gory as Hostel was and I like both Hostel movies The Green Inferno was just . . . bad.
Quick summary of the movie: Niave college girl (Lorenza Izzo) joins an activist at her school and goes to Peru to stage a protest at a construction site in order to save a tribe of indigenous people in the rain forest. Then the tribe who she's trying to save decides she would look better with some cajun spice on her and cooked medium-rare.
My major problems with The Green Inferno involve the lack of any dialogue with any kind of substance what-so-ever and the fact that every character is a walking stereotype. I get the horror film rules that Roth helped create: slutty chick dies first. Black guy dies second. One guy and one girl survive either after doing it or just before they're about to. And this follows those rules. BBUUUTTTT holy shit Roth, Izzo is a good actress let her character utilize that rather than just be a dumb college chick. It's 2015, switch it up just a little. Make her a journalism student going to cover the protest, not the goggly-eyed chick falling over the dreamy protest leader who by the way is a giant hipster douche. And another--nah, never mind. If you want a generic, gory horror flick, check out The Green Inferno. If you want to be scared or even just a little intimidated watch The Strangers. Still the greatest horror movie of all time and the last movie I've watched that actually, legitimately terrified me. Go ahead, tell Man in the Mask, Pinup Girl, and Doll Face I say hi.