I enjoyed the tricksy Cabin In The Woods (featuring Kristen Connolly, Jesse Williams, and a one-way mirror, all seen above) a whole lot more than poor cranky Rex Reed did, as my review for MSN Movies attests. But I'll defend the poor fellow's right to bitch about his unpleasant direct experience of it...well, not to the death, but, you know. Somewhat. Did anyone out there think he'd actually enjoy the thing? Anyway, as I've said elsewhere, had Kim Jong-Il had been made a fifth as upset by Rex's notorious Old Boy review as Team Cabin has been made by this, we might all be dead now. Even though I thought Cabin okay, the stuck-pig howls of uniformity-craving fan types over Reed's factually inaccurate (but not semiotically off-base, finally) negativity make me laugh. Cause I'm a sadist, I guess. Mister Wells' dis over at Hollywood Elsewhere doesn't even get the semiotics right, deigning to take the movie seriously. Kind of. It really is amusing when hate-everything-Jeff gets his panties in a bunch over the genre kids, and their chilly emotion-denying nihilism, man. He's like Quincy in that punk-rock-killers episode or something.
Less edifying fodder for discussions cinematic or semiotic, alas, is Lockout, reviewed here.