Sorry for the general silence... work has been both too much, and not all that bad... so I'm, like happy, sort of. Sort of not... and trying to write about politics has left me... mostly tired.
I blame Chace Crawford.
Chace, of course, is the teen idol of the moment, thanks to his absurdly good looks and his "poor little rich boy" act on Gossip Girl. And resistance - mine anyway - is futile. So as soon as I realized he was in The Haunting of Molly Hartley, I knew I'd probably drop everything to see it.
And really isn't Halloween the right night to see a quasi-scare flick crossed with a teen high school melodrama? It's like fright night, cubed.
Actually, The Haunting of Molly Hartley isn't terrible, and it's even, for these days of gory terror porn, surprising subtle and muted in its scare quotient... but it's a thin, weakly written affair, livened mostly by Crawford's, er, star power, such as it is. Perhaps, even in these teen-driven days (my record of not seeing High School Musicals remains intact), there's a need for more.