There is roughly, oh, NOTHING that inspires hatred quite like the incessant trailers for the newest crapfest in the “Final Destination” movie series. We watched “Corpse Bride” tonight, and frankly I was a little disappointed. She said she liked it, but I could tell secretly she was pretty down too, because when the 29th trailer for “Teen Deathfest Crack-o-Rama” started screeching at us in high definition she yelled at the screen, “Why don’t you release the damn movie already so it can play in the theaters for three days and then go to the eighth circle of Blockbuster Hell where it belongs?!?” And in that moment, amidst the shock and awe, I was reminded of the enormous love I have for this fine, fine woman.
