I hear scratching on the other side of the wall. (Earlier thought to be mice. Now thought to be the desperate scratching of a possessed hipster living across the hall.)
There are also grunt noises like that chick did in “The Exorcism of Emily Rose”. CrEePy…
I hope she doesn’t die or anything…
I have no patience for the smell of a rotting corpse seeping through the walls.
That and if she dies than the demon might try and posses me. THEN I’d be pissed!
end the exact same way. Has anyone else noticed this?
Here is a link to each ending.
Go to 4:10 then watch until 5:15.
So what happened here?
Well the programming everyone was glued to on TV was interrupted by Jim Carrey and the screen went snowy. Finally all the viewers then had to find something else to do. Also, someone hit their TV to see it that would help with the snow.
Now let’s see how “The Truman Show” ends.
Start at 5:30 and watch to the end.
We see another montage of tv viewers eagerly awaiting the conclusion of their programming, and eventually the screen goes snowy and no more TV. The viewers again have to find something else to do. Also, someone else hit their TV to see if that would help.
Let’s work this out a bit:
“Cable Guy” was made first. So… did “The Truman Show” writer see “Cable Guy” and rip off the ending? The ending of “Cable Guy” is basically the whole of “The Truman Show”. (That whole: people are too dependent on TV, and need to get out and live their lives thing.) So maybe “T.T.S” writer saw “C.G” and thought,”Yeah. People are way too dependent on TV. What if I wrote a film script about a TV show that combined the whole ‘everyone is an actor in my life but me thing’ and that whole ‘People are too dependent on TV thing’. I’ll make billions!! And maybe I can get Jim Carrey in on it too. Cool.”
occasionally looks to my side at the invisible studio audience/TV audience of my life and give them “that look” when someone or something worth looking at the audience occurs?
This is my "please sympathize with me, invisible/nonexistent audience" face.
I do it about once I week. Depending on the week, I guess.
I’m just a run of the mill nice young lady who every so often wants to punch her fist through the person walking too slow in front of her. This blog is just another place for me to bitch about stuff that ticks me off. If you like any of my enteries than feel free to laugh.
Then there’s her husband, Bob Smith. (Ditto with the whole scrolling over thing…FYI: This is true for almost every picture in the blog.)
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