Elle took me out on my version of a romantic date last weekend – that means we went to see a horror movie with a lot of female-centric themes (it’s an election year, we can’t quit talking about women’s bodies!) and I sneaked in about twenty bucks worth of junk food.  The Possession had me from hello – exorcism films are my number one favorite subgenre of horror, has been since I saw The Exorcist in middle school.  Sometimes they’re great, mostly they’re crap, but I keep crawling back.  I’ve been sewing pasties until my hands bled (seriously, my eczema is driving me nuts and I have a huge crack in my palm.  Let’s not delve too deeply into the potential interpretations of that, okay?) so it took me until now, the film’s third week in theaters, to tell you guys you’d be an ass to miss this flick. Continue Reading →