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Often, programmes whose greatest charm is their inhumanity and abrasiveness seem to compromise in successive seasons, offering a house-trained version of their initial monsters. In an example where one of the co-writers plays the chief monster, and ends up in full control of seasons after the first, one would expect this to be particularly pronounced. As such it's quite refreshing that Bernard Black is, if anything, an even nastier piece of work than he used to be. But still...poor Manny.
I had intended to see Butterfly Stitch last night, but realised that sadly I was in no shape to go out and be social. There's an exhaustion attendant on the current crop of colds which, like the smoker's cough, doesn't depart with the prime symptoms. Instead I watched Final Destination 2. These aren't great films, but they're certainly effective ones. The idea that anyone who 'cheats death' will then find Death going to any lengths to get them after all, engineering outrageous coincidences that they might die in the order ordained in his 'design', simply doesn't stand up; plenty of people escape catastrophes by sheer chance or (as in these films) a sudden premonition, and then go on to live otherwise safe and uneventful lives. Nonetheless, the premise is a chilling one because it plays on one of the simplest of human fears: the whole world, inanimate objects included, is out to get you.
I had intended to see Butterfly Stitch last night, but realised that sadly I was in no shape to go out and be social. There's an exhaustion attendant on the current crop of colds which, like the smoker's cough, doesn't depart with the prime symptoms. Instead I watched Final Destination 2. These aren't great films, but they're certainly effective ones. The idea that anyone who 'cheats death' will then find Death going to any lengths to get them after all, engineering outrageous coincidences that they might die in the order ordained in his 'design', simply doesn't stand up; plenty of people escape catastrophes by sheer chance or (as in these films) a sudden premonition, and then go on to live otherwise safe and uneventful lives. Nonetheless, the premise is a chilling one because it plays on one of the simplest of human fears: the whole world, inanimate objects included, is out to get you.
