A few months ago, I pitched the remake for a cult eighties horror film to a studio. The pitch went well, but I didn't get the gig.
I can't really blame anyone. If they didn't like it, they didn't like it, but still, I was a little bitter. During my research, I joined a Facebook fan page for the movie in question. Upon being passed on, I opted out of the fan page. I needed to lash out at someone or something and this felt like the path of least resistance.
Then, a couple days ago, one of the member of the page emailed me saying simply, "You left the group?" It feels good to be loved, so I rejoined, only to discover the guy who'd emailed me had posted these photos:
If you're an aficionado of bad late-twentieth-century horror, you'll recognize these as loving recreations of scenes from (in order) Motel Hell, Chopping Mall and Hell Night. If you're not a fan of this kind of movie, I've just wasted two minutes of your time and I apologize.
The guy has a Flickr page filled with these kitsch Lego masterpieces called The Sick Brick. I'm slightly amazed at how my small act of pettiness lead to such a neato discovery.
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