For all intents and purposes, Halloween 2011 is over. And while the party at the day job was a success (my buddy Mia won "Best Costume" as Flo from the Progressive Insurance commercials and the food was amazing), I came home to give out candy to a measly 11 Trick-or-Treaters. 11. The best costume I saw tonight was a young Lady Gaga. The worst was an adorable store-bought Care Bear toddler. I didn't see a single vampire, mummy or zombie.
When Uncle P was a child (many, many moons ago) we would leave the house at 5:30, stop home to dump our filled-to-the-brim (or too-heavy-to-carry-anymore) pillowcases and head out until 9:30 (10:30 on a weekend). Just about every house gave out candy and the streets were filled with hundreds of costumed kids. These days, hardly anyone actually Trick-or-Treats. Nervous parents keep their kids home or limit them to only knocking on doors of people they know or force them to attend lame parties. Sadly, urban legends, Boy Scout leaders and Catholic priests have ruined Samhain for millions of sweet-toothed ghouls and ghosties.
Likewise, slutty co-eds and horny gay boys have sexualized the holiday into a Bacchanal of drunken frat parties and exposed nipples.
Or maybe I'm just getting old.
In either event, here's the trailer for a new French horror movie called Livid. And for those of you who don't read French: Yes, it is a very bad idea to break into a vampire's house.
I'll be back tomorrow with my re-cap of the most recent episode of "The Walking Dead" and then it's on to Turkey Month, highlighting some of the worst Hollywood has to offer. I hope your Halloween was more fun than mine.
More, anon.
Prospero
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