90-min Pro Wrestling Crate - "Boone: The Bounty Hunter: All Heart, No Vision"

*Blog post started on July 7, 2020.

I am still recovering from my recent move. The biggest disappointment is missing out on the most recent "Pokémon Shield" event involving an electric cat Pocket Monster, so things are not too bad.

My DVR did not carry over from the move, so I need to get it set to record NBC News. When "The Daily Show" is taking a couple of weeks off, I become a little out of touch. It is a good thing that my parents are in the midst of a move, so they are just too tired to bitch about the world. That means no biased content is coming my way.

I guess what is starting to wear on me is the solitude. It would not work if my ex moved back in with me, but I catch myself trying to figure out how I could safe proof the residence to allow for it. Her cat misses her and is probably going a bit stir crazy without her around. The urge to feel bad starts to well up, but then I appreciate not having found a long stringy hair in two weeks.

It was a lot easier feeling active and social back when I moved to Champaign four years prior. I had to learn the lay of the land, and the dating game seemed easier. Would that have kept up? Probably not, but at least I was in a position to shape the world without anyone else's input being a determining factor. Now, the feeling of being an unappreciated cog in a clock is my vibe. My place/role in the CU has been set. Fate needs to settle in the spoiled Chicagoland brats who may not have classes to attend, but cannot afford to have mom and dad fail to fill out those leases.

That would have been a perfect transition into a review for Douglas Trumbull's 1972 classic "Silent Running", but the disc was split nearly in half when I opened the Netflix envelope. A review for a ninety-minute movie was needed since I did not know what the real world was like, so I turned to my unwatched 50. "Mysterious Skin" did not have the fun Gregg Araki vibe that attracts me to his work ("Splendor", "The Doom Generation") and I really would like to make Woody Allen's "Melinda and Melinda" a date flick (Just remember not to mention Allen when I pitch it).

It turns out that the prior two films mentions do not qualify for NinetyforChill.com, so I might have cleared out the 97-minute or less portion of my yet to be opened DVDs. A reason to feel like I am still accomplishing shit. Not as much as WWE's John Morrison did with his self-financed "Boone: The Bounty Hunter", but I have a feeling I can get there...if I could get some inquiries about my B-movie "Main Event of the Dead" an ode to zombies and the indies. Ask for a treatment or provide suggestions to move the project forward with an email to russthebus07@gmail.com. Thank you.

Boone: The Bounty Hunter

Boone was a decorated Iraq War veteran who came home and found that his true calling was becoming bounty hunter. He was able to spin this into a successful television show. By focusing on catching C-list celebrities with his parkour skills, his show brought a pleasant change to the genre dominated by Bible-thumping bigots. Sadly, this type of show is a fad and the network is going to pull the plug on Boone's dreams after they finish recording the season finale.

Not willing to go down without a fight, Boone calls in a favor with Cage from the DEA who owes him a favor. Cage lets him know about the spoiled millennial Ryan Davenport, an indicted murderer who has skipped bail and crossed the border. If Boone picks him up and brings him back, the bounty will at least keep the lights on and the low-budget for this mission will make it a show that the networks will have to pick up. There are a couple problems with this plan.

Firstly, bounty hunting is illegal in Mexico. Secondly, Davenport's father is a merciless drug kingpin. Boone's producer and his best friend Jackson will not follow him into this mess. But the thickheaded and seemingly invincible Boone only needs his camera crew. Surely that will be enough to face any adversity that may befall them.

"Boone: The Bounty Hunter" is a fun way to waste sometime. It is primarily a promotional tool for the top noncontracted wrestling talent at the time, and works very well to let the major promotions know what John Morrison can bring to their brand. Thus, the film does not offer anything clever or new, but what it does provide is amusing enough.

The movie is beyond a straight-forward tale of a man finding out how to become a true hero. If it had a budget and a director with artistic vision, the tale could be turned into something fantastic. Morrison lacks the seriousness to be a convincing hero, but would make a great sidekick. We enjoy watching him try to make the film work like a parent cheering on their child from the youth soccer sidelines. It is a feature that knows that all it has to do is not offend the audience, and will not get mad watching it.

John Morrison has provided Family Videos across the nation the ideal movie to have running in preparation of the, "what do you recommend that no one has seen," query. "Boone: The Bounty Hunter" is fun and inoffensive which is all you should expect for a $2.00 rental. You do not need to see this flick, but if you want to create a cheap movie to show the world what you have to offer creatively, this flick is a great blue print.

imdb.com - Boone: The Bounty Hunter (2017)

"See No Evil 2:" Will There be 12 Rounds for Kane?

I must say, I have not been in much of a mood for writing lately. If you're a loyal reader (a possibility) you've probably taken note. Worry not, there have been blogs written, they're just real downers. When you're having enough issues feeling down, you question whether or not the wallowing should be spread.

Perhaps that's why Iowans' love their pig gestation crates. Confines where movement is prohibited maybe hellish, but at least the shit stays in the same place.

Now, I'll digress. Maybe I should post the unpublished blog "Wrestlers Only Read when Hate May Be Involved" just to draw their eyes to this movie review.

This blog probably will not be posted until the next episode of "Raw." Hopefully, when I get Fridays at the hotel, I'll be able to publicize these more. In this case, I want to see if I'll cool down more from the commentary of two undeserving, talent-free guys who are getting to pursue my passion.

It may not be the depression and alienation that's making writing a chore, it's the grudges. If I find out either is a White Sox fan, I may have to fuck them up out of principle. Too much sin.

Sorry it took seven paragraphs to get to a transition, but it may have been fate, a paragraph per deadly sin.

See No Evil 2:

It would be spoiling the previous film if I was to theorize how Jacob Goodnight (Isaac Yankem DDS) survived his comeuppances (I'm thinking the sterile substance from the only joke in the first film that was administered to his most noticeable wound prevented any infection), but he is definitely going to need a few hours to recuperate. A morgue maybe the ideal spot for him to regain his strength. There should not be too much noise to disturb him during the graveyard shift. Unfortunately, he ends up at the one where the noble Amy works.

When it comes to selflessness, no one can beat Amy. Because of the eight victims from the Blackwell Hotel were sent their way, she decides to for go with the birthday bar hopping to help out Seth and Holden. And for her selflessness, she has great friends, who Holden invites to the human freezer to throw a surprise party for her, complete with a makeshift bar.

Twenty-somethings and alcohol can only lead to one thing, sin. That's something Jacob doesn't need to deal with on top of his injuries and mourning the loss of his mother. If any of these kids decide to have sex on the examining table next to him, he may finally realize that he must become the hand of God that mommy raised him to be.

"See No Evil 2" is the first feature length film that Jen and Sylvia Soska did not write. With two low-budget classics to these auteur's credit ("Dead Hooker in a Trunk" and "American Mary"), it is easy to expect an inferior product since the pen is out of their hand. Fortunately, Nathan Brookes and Bobby Lee Darby seem to have an idea who would direct this feature, so despite it is not a Twisted Twins script, it seemed to be catered to their talents. It still does not show an appreciation to all of their kich, but it at least makes the feature fun unlike its predecessor.

The story allows itself to be goofy, and since this is a film starring a wrestler, that is something that should not be avoided. It comes across as an homage to the high teenage body count films of the 80's and is playful in relying on classic horror and Warner Bros. cliches. Katherine Isabelle of "Ginger Snaps" and "American Mary" fame is excellently cast in this feature since her most notable features are very much about this attitude. If you have never truly taken the American gore genre seriously, which I rarely do, you will not be wasting 90 minutes of your life.

Of course the film has faults. Outside the billed talents and the two male coroners, there is not much great acting displayed in the performances. The limited environment for the story to play out in hinders the film's aesthetic. At least with the first film of the franchise, a mysterious hotel allowed for surprising environments for the characters. Being in a normal building with low ceilings, the surprises only have one spot to appear, right in front of the characters.

The most notable flaws are with the script. It eventually abandons logic and vulnerabilities of the villain, so you may not care about how he can be defeated. Because the Soska's are not allowed to utilize over-the-top-gore, you start to feel indifferent about the death scenes. If it had one scene that was equivalent to the semi-truck arm-severing scene from "Dead Hooker in a Trunk," this could be forgiven. Goodnight's franchise can still have life in it, but these mistakes remove the personality of the draw. Ironic because allowing Goodnight more dialogue and methodical thought patterns was a strength of the film.

"See No Evil 2" may not be a horror classic, but it is amusing enough to give a chance. It also shows that the WWE can build something out of a total let down, if the right minds are behind it. If WWE give the Soskas more control of a sequel, this franchise can only get better. Perhaps the Twisted Twins should manage Roman Reigns.

With the incite presented in this blog, perhaps you'll be inspired to offer your services in my creative effort to promote the production of my screenplay, "Main Event of the Dead."

The "Main Event of the Dead" Test Reel Needs:

• Someone with some makeup or special effects experience.
• The true antagonist of the feature is a woman, so an actress to set up the premise of "Main Event of the Dead."
• Three or four wrestlers to take the finishing moves.
• One or two wrestlers to deliver the moves.
• A wrestling ring with a canvas that can afford to be left a little messy. If we can get extra from the crowd-funding campaign, we'll make replacing it a priority.

Since this is an effort to try and make this feature a reality, I can really only afford to compensate what ever is spent to make this video. I am willing to negotiate terms on what compensation will be for performances before the reel goes online. If whatever raised can cover the compensation agreed to, even if I do not reach the goal to produce the film, compensation will be had.

If you need a treatment of the script for "Main Event of the Dead" please e-mail me at russthebus07@gmail.com.

Peoria Wise and a 90 min. Exception "Zombieland: Double Tap".

*Blog post started on June 25, 2020.

I might be making this post too difficult. After starting up "The Disgruntled's Real Championship Wrestling" blog, a schedule of when certain posts were supposed to be released was established. So some my personal opinions timeline is going to involve a bit of shuffling. The biggest fear, the topical stuff will not be that in the next two weeks.

…five minutes later.

#SpeakingOut is still coming up on Wrestling Inc. headlines, so I can be optimistic that the attitude about the scene will not change. Ring of Honor says they are going to address the sexual assault accusation brought up against one of their head bookers. They said they will investigate it, but with Jay Lethal still being on the roster despite his indiscretions, if action is taken, I will have material to continue blogging about the movement. This schedule though leaves me behind in terms of addressing the movement, when I could feel like I was amongst the first.

So far, 40 has shown how far behind I have been. I have attempted to be a voice against racism ("Racism Can Play in Peoria. What About Your Local Wrestling"), but it took me another five years to attend my first protest. Tomorrow is going to be the first time that I have ever given blood. Being afraid of needles gave me an excuse for 23 years, but after my wrist and inevitable reign over Peoria wrestling was broken, that is not the case. When you see pins with pus leaking from them in your arm, you will rationalize how you handle other pointy metal things being inserted into your body.

Another first for 40 that involves insertion would be a prostate exam. A parental freak out about a dermatitis breakout left OSF realizing that I may have been trying to avoid attentive medical care. I figured I could slip past the system for a year since my last labs, but they are going to get on me about actually finding a practitioner now. The biggest issue is going back to the beginning when it comes to my type two diabetes concerns.

They were probably right in doing whatever labs they could, but the circumstances were not fair. I was in Morton when this went down, so of course I was eating shit during that 90-minute drive. Obviously blood sugars were high, and based on that, it is back to the beginning about caring for my condition. With the exception of my last doctor, everybody forces me to endure the lecture about the need to focus on vegetables and laying off the booze. Unless they are going to give me a medicinal marijuana card, nothing will change. Give me a card, and half of the conditions might.

The following is a suggestion to encourage men of my age to care about their health and cancer concerns. Reward those who need to deal with a prostate exam the medical weed card. I think the doctors would be surprised to find out what we will do for drugs. Granted, the exam no longer intimidates me, but that is some personal stuff you probably do not want me to get into.

With all the firsts I am dealing with, it is indeed ironic that my best received blog was "40 Years is Enough". In the end, I am just like Peoria, always 10 years behind. At least my love for the hometown is now established. It just sucks to realize that I am socially retarded. How many wise, leftist women have been pitying me?

Zombieland: Double Tap

It has been 10 years since the zombie outbreak, but aside from the undead evolving into tougher, smarter or dumber beings, not much has changed. And that has become a problem for the timid Columbus, the fearless Tallahassee, the independent Wichita, and the restless Little Rock. After Columbus tries to shake things up with the bold move of proposing to Wichita, she and Little Rock write a beyond brief note to let the boys know that they are going their own way.

After losing his reason to be fatherly, Tallahassee is considering this a sign to be the explorer that his Blackfoot ancestors were while Columbus is quick to go to bed with the recently discovered, vapid Pinkberry freezer dweller Madison. These new lifestyles must take a backseat when Wichita returns to reload on ammunition to track down her sister who has gone on a pilgrimage to Graceland with snooty hipster and pacifist Berkley.

Despite his recent fling, Columbus sees this as a chance to win back Wichita. Tallahassee cannot pass up an opportunity to visit Elvis's home and punch Berkley. If Madison proves to not be too much of an annoyance, the mission seems rather simple. With 73 rules to protect them, what can possiblye go wrong?

If you enjoyed the first "Zombieland" as much as I did for its characters, this is a worthwhile sequel. It hits the same notes as the first like any comedy sequel but does not burden itself with wilder challenges for the characters to make sure the audience stays invested. This film is a band's sophomore effort.

After "Venom" and "Gangster Squad", you realize that Ruben Fleisner is not much of a director and his efforts to produce epic shots can wear thin. But being a straight out comedy, you are not focusing on those efforts. This means it is all about the script which suffers a bit since our characters are already established. In other words, the film cannot bring anything new to the table. Hence, if you like the characters, it will work for you. I will say that I could have done without the attempt to be overly meta with the Luke Wilson and Thomas Middleditch characters.

And the attempt to be meta may have been the excuse to provide the film with a lighter feel. Eventually the film ends up with a pacifist hippie commune. If you are watching a movie that prides itself on gore and humorous demises, you got to up the body count when it comes to annoying characters. You have a guaranteed audience with this sequel. The writers should have upped the extremes that they would take to impress the loyal fan base. At least we get treated to an early, and perhaps the greatest, mid credit sequence to guarantee that the viewing was worthwhile.

"Zombieland: Double Tap" is an amusing sequel for the fans of the first, but does not elevate the humor from the first film. The characters are protected very well, so it a good sequel, but feels more like a reunion feature than an effort to build upon the predecessor's greatness. You will get some enjoyment out of this flick, but you will not be asking for a "Triple Tap" despite the alliteration.

www.cinematerial.com - Zombieland: Double Tap

90-min Pro Wrestling Crate - "Boone: The Bounty Hunter: All Heart, No Vision"

*Blog post started on July 7, 2020.

I am still recovering from my recent move. The biggest disappointment is missing out on the most recent "Pokémon Shield" event involving an electric cat Pocket Monster, so things are not too bad.

My DVR did not carry over from the move, so I need to get it set to record NBC News. When "The Daily Show" is taking a couple of weeks off, I become a little out of touch. It is a good thing that my parents are in the midst of a move, so they are just too tired to bitch about the world. That means no biased content is coming my way.

I guess what is starting to wear on me is the solitude. It would not work if my ex moved back in with me, but I catch myself trying to figure out how I could safe proof the residence to allow for it. Her cat misses her and is probably going a bit stir crazy without her around. The urge to feel bad starts to well up, but then I appreciate not having found a long stringy hair in two weeks.

It was a lot easier feeling active and social back when I moved to Champaign four years prior. I had to learn the lay of the land, and the dating game seemed easier. Would that have kept up? Probably not, but at least I was in a position to shape the world without anyone else's input being a determining factor. Now, the feeling of being an unappreciated cog in a clock is my vibe. My place/role in the CU has been set. Fate needs to settle in the spoiled Chicagoland brats who may not have classes to attend, but cannot afford to have mom and dad fail to fill out those leases.

That would have been a perfect transition into a review for Douglas Trumbull's 1972 classic "Silent Running", but the disc was split nearly in half when I opened the Netflix envelope. A review for a ninety-minute movie was needed since I did not know what the real world was like, so I turned to my unwatched 50. "Mysterious Skin" did not have the fun Gregg Araki vibe that attracts me to his work ("Splendor", "The Doom Generation") and I really would like to make Woody Allen's "Melinda and Melinda" a date flick (Just remember not to mention Allen when I pitch it).

It turns out that the prior two films mentions do not qualify for NinetyforChill.com, so I might have cleared out the 97-minute or less portion of my yet to be opened DVDs. A reason to feel like I am still accomplishing shit. Not as much as WWE's John Morrison did with his self-financed "Boone: The Bounty Hunter", but I have a feeling I can get there...if I could get some inquiries about my B-movie "Main Event of the Dead" an ode to zombies and the indies. Ask for a treatment or provide suggestions to move the project forward with an email to russthebus07@gmail.com. Thank you.

Boone: The Bounty Hunter

Boone was a decorated Iraq War veteran who came home and found that his true calling was becoming bounty hunter. He was able to spin this into a successful television show. By focusing on catching C-list celebrities with his parkour skills, his show brought a pleasant change to the genre dominated by Bible-thumping bigots. Sadly, this type of show is a fad and the network is going to pull the plug on Boone's dreams after they finish recording the season finale.

Not willing to go down without a fight, Boone calls in a favor with Cage from the DEA who owes him a favor. Cage lets him know about the spoiled millennial Ryan Davenport, an indicted murderer who has skipped bail and crossed the border. If Boone picks him up and brings him back, the bounty will at least keep the lights on and the low-budget for this mission will make it a show that the networks will have to pick up. There are a couple problems with this plan.

Firstly, bounty hunting is illegal in Mexico. Secondly, Davenport's father is a merciless drug kingpin. Boone's producer and his best friend Jackson will not follow him into this mess. But the thickheaded and seemingly invincible Boone only needs his camera crew. Surely that will be enough to face any adversity that may befall them.

"Boone: The Bounty Hunter" is a fun way to waste sometime. It is primarily a promotional tool for the top noncontracted wrestling talent at the time, and works very well to let the major promotions know what John Morrison can bring to their brand. Thus, the film does not offer anything clever or new, but what it does provide is amusing enough.

The movie is beyond a straight-forward tale of a man finding out how to become a true hero. If it had a budget and a director with artistic vision, the tale could be turned into something fantastic. Morrison lacks the seriousness to be a convincing hero, but would make a great sidekick. We enjoy watching him try to make the film work like a parent cheering on their child from the youth soccer sidelines. It is a feature that knows that all it has to do is not offend the audience, and will not get mad watching it.

John Morrison has provided Family Videos across the nation the ideal movie to have running in preparation of the, "what do you recommend that no one has seen," query. "Boone: The Bounty Hunter" is fun and inoffensive which is all you should expect for a $2.00 rental. You do not need to see this flick, but if you want to create a cheap movie to show the world what you have to offer creatively, this flick is a great blue print.

imdb.com - Boone: The Bounty Hunter (2017)

90-Min DVD dot Com: "Beneath Still Waters" and Far from Budget

Half the fun of watching Lionsgate DVDs is watching the trailers to foreign horror movies they had secured the American distribution rights to. It is about a one in three chance that the film is any good, but their trailers highlight the right things (gore, ridiculous premise, red ban, etc.) to put them in your queue. I am trying to think of one of these features that I had not anticipated seeing (How dare streaming deprive me of this.)

"Beneath Still Waters" was one that I had high hopes for. Yes, a lot of the distributor's films have decadent, Satanic orgies, but this film (trailer) is based on the concept of a modern under water city. This much makes it a cut above "Boy Eats Girl", "Cravings", "Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed", "Undead", etc.

In 1965, a dam was built to modernize Northern Spain. In the name of progress, a town had to be drowned. No one was there of course, except for the followers of the Satanic cult leader Mordecai Salas whom Mayor Borgia intended to stop via the dam's construction.

For 40 years, the evil was left submerged, but shortly after the mayor's death, Salas returns to destroy those who plotted his demise. As the dam's anniversary nears, madness spreads and zombies start to leave their watery tombs. The only person who may stand in his way is Clara, Borgia's granddaughter, but alcoholic photo journalist Dan Quarry and Clara's mother Teresa will not allow the burden to be hers alone.

"Beneath Still Waters" is amusing but that is a result of how corny it is. The chaos is comical since the evil that none of our lead characters experience is defined, and the underwater effects are just awful. There is some great implied gore, but the meaning behind that just is not there.

If the feature had a sense of humor like directors Brian Yuzna's "Bride of Reanimator", it could have been good DIY cinema. Still, the premise may just have been too ambitious. At least for half ass CGI that is.

Just because computers can create new worlds does not mean they should. If you cannot afford the usually expensive effects, do not try to use them. It comes across as insulting if your characters cannot properly interact with the artificial. All of the underwater sequences are a waste, so the film's gimmick is worthless. Because you do not care about the selling point, you will not care about the rest of the movie.

With children being decapitated is a tough premise to green light. Takashi Miike may have been able to make something out of the script for "Beneath Still Waters", and that is because he is a master of cheesy CG. Otherwise, this film was impossible to make without a sizable budget.

IMDb: Beneath Still Waters (2005)

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371572