...on the edge of their sheet.
They have no stomach for them.
But then I knew that'd be taking It too far.
They think it’s dark humour
It May, Fri 10 you.
I'm with my dad watching a horror flick when a scene comes on where a woman gets drilled in the head. Me: Oh man that was crazy! Dad: Yeah, she really got screwed! Chuckles ensued.
When my sister and I were kids and sat in the back seat of a car, we would occasionally feel thumps and bumps from stuff in the trunk during turns. When we asked what it was, Dad would nonchalantly say "Oh, those are just the dead bodies I forgot to hide. Thanks for reminding me." We thought it was funny.
He knows that he is not alone.
They beat me to IT.
He feels afreud.
Because they had to wait for It
It was full of suspenders.
A Toy Story.
It's plumb crazy, but I have pipe dreams!
No thanks, I don’t have the spine for it.
Gruesome plants, man.
However, I still hold The Grudge.
"Bready or not, here I crumb"
"Margin of Terror"
To scare the hell out of them.
Because he believed in concealed Carrie.
I'm not a big fan of horror movies. But that's what she wants.
Because the corn has ears. (that's some horror movie sounding stuff right there)
A director and a costume designer had a disagreement over a critical shot in the horror movie they were filming in their studio.
The director planned to use CGl for a brief but critical reveal-shot of the movie's monster. But the costume designer insisted they use an actual costume instead of CGl.
"CGl makes a movie look cheap these days," she proclaimed.
The two of them continued debating until they began arguing. The stage crew, actors on break, and other people around them began watching until both the costume designer and director were shouting over each other at the top of their lungs. Despite their efforts, nobody could calm them down.
Fearing the incident may lead to blows, one of cameramen called a studio security guard in urgent request. The guard arrived a minute later and made a beeline for the director and costume designer, who were being held back by multiple people on set.
"lt's my movie. l make the decisions!" the director hollered, hoarse and red in the eyes.
"The movie quality will suffer!" the costume designer screamed, hair plastered across her sweaty face.
The security guard stepped in-between them and raised his pistol at the ceiling without a word. They continued to argue around him. There was a bark of gunshot, then nothing but silence and some falling plaster.
"Now see here," the guard said loudly, stepping back to look at the two of them. "Either you two quit your bickering or l'll have to escort you off the premises. You're making a scene."
It may, Fri 10 you.
