I feel the need to explain myself on this one. Kate and I were looking at our options a few days ago. We were deciding what movie we wanted to see (we decided upon Leatherheads, and made a good choice). During our search, we happened upon the, "Prom Night" trailer. We both looked at each other and laughed. Fast-forward to tonight. Kate is at another tattoo studio, working out of town. I'm at the house, reading blogs, listening to talk radio, and going stir crazy. I then realize that my Friday night can either be spent watching movies that I love and own (ie movies I've seen a thousand times), or staring at Odorous Jr. OJO's a cool dog, but he's light on conversation. I start looking at movies and showtimes, and realize I've either seen it, or I know it's going to suck. Those were my options. I narrowed the list of crap movies down to, "88 Minutes", and "Prom Night". My logic went something like, "well, Prom Night is going to suck, but it's a horror film". A bad horror movie is always better to me than a so-so drama/action/adventure/drama-action-adventure-romantic-comedy. It's 9:22pm, and the movie theater is 3o minutes away. I have 28 minutes until I miss the trailers (I am in total fear of missing the trailers because they may be the best part of my movie night). I told OJO to watch the place, and then I jet. I listen to Radio Classics on XM, as they replay a Sherlock Holmes episode from the forties. I arrive in the nick of time. Popcorn, check. Coke, check. Assure myself that there is no error made by the theater employee; popcorn and drink are, in fact, more expensive than the price of admission. Check. The movie experience is already bad, as I realize I have indeed missed the previews. There I sat, watching a bad film that I knew would be bad, but not kicking myself because I knew I had to know, or else I would have wondered all night, thinking, "surely it would have been better to see Prom Night instead of sitting here with OJO". Forty-five minutes in, I'm wondering what I'm missing on XM radio's, Radio Classics. Fifty minutes in, I'm walking out of the theater. I've only walked out of about three movies- Stallone's, "Driven", some flick I can't remember, and "Prom Night". I drove home listening to the sound of wind, hoping to erase from my mind that last hour of my life. I'm now home, with twenty bucks less in my pocket, a couple less gallons in my car, and infinitely more willing to sit and watch a movie with OJO. Why did I tell you all this? Because it only takes one word to sum up, "Prom Night", and I felt like writing more than a word.