Desperate Housewives: There Goes the Neighborhood
It’s been two weeks since we last had a fresh episode of Desperate Housewives, and the question remains “Will it get any better?” Well, apparently I am in the minority on this because the last episode two weeks ago actually beat out the World Series. That’s right, a team that hadn’t won since 1917 sweeping in the World Series was beaten out by the image of a 43-year-old woman with bad plastic surgery dancing on a bar. But who knows, maybe they were all just Grey’s Anatomy fans watching ABC just waiting for 10 o’clock (never underestimate the power of Patrick Dempsey). Or perhaps it was thousands of would-be bloggers who were given the task of recapping a show that they think isn’t as good as it used to be. Either way, the country spoke, and I shall listen. This week the show actually did get a little better. Less goofiness, and a darker edge, and that uppity Susan got hers. Granted it was still full of absolutely huge, laughable plot holes, but seeing as how it’s really just a soap opera with a big budget, it’s par for the course.

When I was growing up the scariest movie to me was The Shining. I still don’t get the ending, but I am to this day creeped out by it. It is very nearly the perfect scary movie. Well, if The Shining was Schwarzenegger in Twins, then The Scorned is its Danny DeVito. That’s right, after weeks of waiting, the people of Kill Reality have finally followed through on their promise threat, and released the steaming monkey turd that is The Scorned. This is the so-called “movie” they were using as an excuse to have reality show contestants live in a house, drink and hurl their own bodily fluids at each other. So how was it? The best way I can describe it is that it was like watching a really bad porno with all the sex scenes cut out and the whole thing was edited by The Real World’s Nehemiah. It’s just a horrible film from top to bottom. The acting, the writing, the lighting, the sets, the wardrobe. All terrible. Even Ryan Copeland, the gaffer, sucked ass. I did a student film with a camcorder in 7th grade that had better production values (and my craft services table was top notch too). No, there wasn’t a redeeming thing about this film, but I still saw all of it. Why? Because I care about you, the MSR reader, that’s why. I want to make you are spared this travesty and can instead spend an hour and a half reading a book, helping the needy, or buying midseasonreplacements merchandise. And you don’t have to thank me, people. Just pay it forward…
The Losties have a masterstroke and put the morbidly obese guy in charge of what little food they have. No wonder they’re stuck on this damn island…