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Tales from the Crypt are no longer funny. I know. however, living in a mortuary, it is difficult to be as cheerful as Joseph Stalin on the poster entitled: "Morning of our Motherland" (vide Piękni dwudziestoletni by Marek Hłasko). A man goes out in the town and what does he see? Posters for the movie Carrie 2. Now that's artistic necrophilia. The slothful Hollywood morons can no longer afford to come up with something new. So they shoot remakes and distend ancient ideas to make some cash off a proven title. Just watch until someone makes Hamlet 2 (because why not?). That dastardly America will devour, digest and puke it all out. It seems they even bought the rights to our Killer! A year ago, they profaned Japan's good old Godzilla, spicing up the end credits with a rap version of Kashmir. Jimmi Page sold his ass to half-wits in oversized shorts and untied sneakers. A similar stench can be felt from the end of almost every movie (Event Horizon, Posse, and most recently Wild Wild West) - but a moronic music video featuring the current "star" must promote the work, or little brats won't go to the theater. In addition, you can't buy CDs with actual movie soundtracks anywhere. The new fad is "music inspired by the movie," which is a collection of nightmarish songs not featured in the picture at all.
