Haunted By Chuck Palahniuk

95% of the pretentious, untalented, deluded assholes who call themselves "writers" will never, and should never be published in print. That is, unless they make enough to pay for it themselves, of course. The five percent who will, need to read this book. This is what writing is about. Chuck Palahniuk is who Stephen King was trying to be all along. As with King's better shit, most of Palahniuk's work will just float on over the heads of all those sheltered, naive soccer-moms banging away their banal little stories every night. It will float over the heads of most of you bloggers too. In fact, unless you can see, unless you have seen, unless you have stories inside you to tell, you probably won't ever really get Haunted.

Chuck Palahniuk isn't the world's best writer, but he's a real writer. He knows how to tell stories. He knows how to get you to see his pictures. You won't really get this book if you don't already know how depraved and cartoonish your fellow man can be, if you don't undertand how desperately most of humanity is to be noticed.

From David Edelstein's gushy review of Red Eye:

When Red Eye is all over you'll probably look back-over steak tips and margaritas at the Applebee's next door-and wonder just what made your stomach juices slosh around in your throat. And you'll have another margarita.

I like Cillian Murphy, and I liked 28 Days and I like Rachel Macadams (she isn't really all that sexy, but she's cute), hell, I even like Wes Craven. I'll even say that Red Eye wasn't even all that boring. It was short anyway. That said it could have been made for TV, right down to the casting of . There absolutely nothing all that interesting here. The main character is too good to be believable, you are never surprised, never scared, and never really held in suspense. Edelstein is full of shit.