Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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I am Pavlov's dog.

Okay. So. If you made me make a list of my favorite movies of all time, the movies that make me stop when I flip past them on basic cable, the movies that I saw in the theater more than three times, both Resident Evil and Resident Evil: Apocalypse would be in the top ten. My cube at work is decorated in RE movie posters. I carry an Umbrella Corporation umbrella. For years, I basically lived in my zip-up S.T.A.R.S. sweatshirts, and only stopped because a) they died horrible, gruesome deaths and b) Hot Topic no longer carries them. At the same time, if you made me make a list of my most hated movies of all time, the movies I have tried to delete from my memory, Resident Evil: Extinction would also make the top ten. There are a lot of reasons for this. They comprise a rant that takes about twenty minutes to fully deliver. Suffice to say, in my world, it didn't happen. So...

Sunday, my housemate and I went to see Jonah Hex (I had promised him Toy Story 3, I couldn't deliver, he got to pick the replacement movie). I found it decent. It wasn't a waste of two hours of my life, and sometimes that and air conditioning are all I can ask from a summer movie. Anyway, as we settled into the all-encompassing seats of Barney-colored love with our popcorn and our drinks, the trailers started to roll. I love trailers. I am a simple soul in some regards.

Establishing shot: a dark intersection full of people. Very film noir, very black and white. Zoom in on a woman's high heeled shoes. Her blue and red piped high heeled shoes.

Her Umbrella Corporation-colored high heeled shoes.

I was sitting up in my seat, practically panting, even before the voice over started telling us exactly how the infection began. As the trailer went on, I got more and more excited, despite the fact that my brain was chanting "no no no no no" very, very loudly. The brain was not under consultation. The brain was not invited. By the end of the trailer, I was ready to run out, buy my tickets, and invest in a whole new assortment of Umbrella co-branded merchandise.

I have been subliminally conditioned into brand loyalty to the Umbrella Corporation.

Does anybody else see a problem with this?
Tags: at the movies, geekiness, oh the humanity, zombies
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These things happen. There there. Have a cookie. A cookie shaped like an UMBRELLA. It's not infected. Probably.

I made my boyfriend (now my husband) play all of Resident Evil 4 for me.

This despite the fact that survival horror is a genre of game I generally speaking have no interest in (not the last of which is because I can't play them. I mean, I really can't. I have a terrible sense of direction. Any game that requires me to free roam without a sufficient HUD display to tell me where the frak I am (and preferably a mini map in the corner) and where the devil I'm supposed to go will end in me running repeatedly into SAME WALL.)

I have a lot of patience for watching other people play video games. This was family time in my house growing up (I'm probably one of the oldest second generation gamers: my parents were in their mid-twenties when Nintendo started to get big and they had an Atari before that). So I laid down to watch him play and then I HAD TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

So I made him beat it in a weekend because I was leaving (we lived several states apart at the time.) And I HAD TO SEE THE ENDING.

Hubby: "You do realize this is a very silly game, right?...I mean, fun. But very silly."

Me: "Shut up and figure out how to kill Little Person Napoleon already." (this has to be one of the more demented examples of Video Game Villainy ever)

Hubby: "Did somebody replace you with a plagas zombie?"

Me: "Have you tried using the flame thrower yet?"

Hubby: "I don't think I have a flame thrower."

Me: "See, now, there's your problem."

(he did beat it. Thankfully for my peace of mind.)
I do the same thing! I'm no good at playing those games, but oh, how I do love to watch them.
Oh jeez, me too!!! I can't play anything that requires me to know where I'm going, and I also have a bad habit of jumping out of my seat and making a spectacle of myself while my character gets thrashed. Thank god my friend Damian played all the Resident Evil games for me.