The promise of great-looking promotional stills, a dangerous game.....

Based off imagery alone, The Unborn is leaving me with warm, tingly, can't-wait sensations.

But I've been down this road before. Many, many times. Much to my own peril/humiliation/frustration. So, reservations will be held until January 9.

Suck or score, there'll always be that stroke-of-marketing-genius poster for me to fondly recall. Which one? Oh, you want to see it, do you? Why, certainly, I'd love to post it again. It's the least I can, not like I'll enjoy it much or anything. The things I do for you, I swear:

Odette Yustman and jeans....scratch that, pants of any kind just don't mix. Oil and vinegar, babes.