Also props to writer/director Ti West for adding to my "Sara Paxton can't breathe" collage. |
Alternate movie title: The Ghost Who Stole Everyone's Towels.
Side Note: Why are ghosts these days always so corps-y? I'm going to start a kickstarter project to raise money for ghosts to become certified in ghost first aid. (Bonus: first aid could lead to ghost sex, which the religious right is bound to find immoral.)
On the Inside (2011): I was sucked in by the cast, as I often am when it comes to technically and emotionally unremarkable movies. However, On the Inside did give me Nick Stahl just as I like him: a haunted, somewhat grotesque manchild.
He's just a pro at that. |
And, apparently, to have Olivia Wilde looking good while getting assaulted. |
Of course Stahl wins over the lovely Wilde, pretty much over the course of one evening. He does so by acting incredibly standoffish, and then occasionally acting very slightly less standoffish. Then he stops someone from raping her (after, you know, thinking about it for a few minutes), and then he bleeds out and dies. Not the greatest movie, but it is the ultimate first date with Nick Stahl.
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