I'm sorry for going on and on and on about this, but it's so unbearably hot, it's quite...unbearable. How I'm going to sleep tonight, I have no idea. It's also quite impossible to get any work done, since brains (and this is a well known fact - ask your Dad) stop working when they reach the boiling point. They go all mushy. In fact, I blacked out earlier today, and when I came to I'd written a script for the "My Little Pony" animated series. Don't ask.

Just watched Gremlins on DVD, and while the movie has held up quite well (primitive effects and all - the critters have more personality than most CGI-generated monsters), the climax is a little anti. (Climatic, that is.) It's certainly more low-key - and a heck of a lot darker - than most modern horror-comedies. Not that there are a lot of horror- (or critter-) comedies anymore.

Funny to think that Joe Dante used to be one of my favourite directors. Whatever happened to him? His last good flick was Matinee, back in '93, and he's currently doing the live-action-cartoon Looney Tunes: Back in Action with Bugs, Daffy, Fudd...and Brendan Fraser. Been hearing not-so-good things about that one, but fingers are firmly crossed. What makes talented directors go poof?

If you haven't seen Dante's The 'burbs or his excellent TV-show Eerie, Indiana, do yourself a favour and watch them up if you can. Great stuff.  ¶ 00:03