David Hewlett (seemingly trying to hang himself with his own scarf above) and his lovely fiancee Jane dropped by for horror night tonight, their dog Mars in tow. Equally lovely Martin Gero and his beautiful Stephanie also came by for dinner, but ducked out before we headed downstairs for the screening. Martin claimed he was feeling unwell (as the pic will attest) but I suspect he’s just a little squeamish when it comes to scary movies.
After a casual dinner of three kinds of pizza (barbecue chicken, philly cheesesteak, and extreme peppperoni with extra pepperoni), wings, and chicken salad, we moved onto the main course: chocolate. We had French truffles, an assortment of Italian giandujas, some Michel Cluizel discs ranging rom 33% to 99% (the latter which David gamely sampled), and that assortment of macarons my sister got me for Christmas, all accompanied by a fantastic Mission Hill ice wine.
David, it turns out, is a huge fan of horror movies. He and Jane were by in November for a screening of the Russian Night Watch which we all enjoyed. Tonight, we screened a movie that David has been dying to check out for months now: The Descent. It’s rare when a horror movie actually delivers the goods, but this one certainly did. The Descent was a truly frightening film about six women who get a lot more than they bargained for when they go spelunking deep within an underground cave network. Lots of startling scares had my wife (and, humorously enough, David much to Jane’s delight) jumping up in her seat and occasionally digging her nails into my hand. CREEEEEEEPY!